…in the circle of time

After all is lost I am adrift in the circle of time
tangled in an endless web of shadows
where what torments me, whispers and echoes
I see butterflies quietly drifting
in the slim space between darkness and light
their ephemeral wings caressing the pages of memory
fluttering just out of my reach
where I am haunted by the words unspoken
and how the wind carries you back to me
a brief interlude, of both torment and joy
feeding the flames of loss and my unsated longing
my melancholy dreams, never really fade
their powdered colours, still lingering upon my palms
my tapestry of hope is slowly fraying
your heart now distant, a wilderness in your wake
the last rose is now fading, petals falling to ground
without so much as a sound
the unexpected silence of endings
in all my searching, yours was always the path I followed
your smile reached every corner of my soul
your eyes drew me to you
and in the darkness your touch, was always warm
even in the coldest night
I am floating on an endless sea, into endless dreams
each more vibrant than the next
falling into your arms as we drift away
far away from the shadows and far away from the pain
floating along, swept by the wind
we fly high on the wings of love
oh how you beautify the empty spaces
how you fill them with light and whispers
secrets shared and songs of joy
together we are both the sky
and the earth, beneath our feet
we are the burning desire and the boundless light
forever entwined between heaven and earth
like stars together, every day burning eternity away
© Ann Bagnall