…in the silence

I write our hopes and dreams amongst the stars
paint our hearts in the clouds and scatter our songs upon the winds
I plant our flowers in the gardens of heaven
for our souls to find in their own good time
to prepare a place of light, a refuge from the endless night
but in the vast endless rhythm
of the nocturnal winds of the heavens
just as echoes are forever lost
hopes and dreams are never given voice
left drifting in the dying wind, shrouded in the shadows
unnumbered fathoms deep in the dark, lingering like lost hopes
stars are swimming in the silence through the swirling darkness
fathoms deep in the aching ocean of time
taking that journey over and over, out into eternity
slowly melting into silvered rivulets and finally swept away
my soul embracing the pain
drifting up into night, minutes into hours
my pain paints my soul anew, as the stars fade away
© Ann Bagnall