…like copper

You were once my only passion, my protection from falling
and in the passing years, since we tragically fell apart
the mystery of our unspoken story is still constantly deepening
if only in my broken heart, thoughts of you still linger
steadfast and seemingly ageless but I know they are slowly
drifting out of my reach and as the years go by
my memories sail into night like dark butterflies
that spread their beautiful wings and gently fade into shadows
as I sit here in my loneliness melting away in darkness
I have only one body and only one heart
and they both belong to you
the night is your harp, nocturnal melodies calling to me
glimpses and fragments of you, gently melting into morning
like music that forever plays upon my aching soul
and the tides of longing are gently stirring inside of me
once a smouldering flame, now a raging fire, blazing inside of me
I crave you with a wild impatience my thoughts are all of you
they come upon me unexpectedly, a raging furnace of memories
and each morning they rise anew spilling out in an endless flood
of an ever-present desire and amongst my quiet sighs
a thousand flowers bloom as the fire burns again
and we are melting like copper and lingering like a dream
© Ann Bagnall