…carried on the softest breeze

A butterfly sits at rest, in falling rose petals
slowly beating her soft wings
the sound echoes deep in my soul
softly reminding me of all that we have lost
I feel the gentle pull, of the threads of haunting
a tether from the past, winding around my heart
the past is quietly stirring
shifting from dreams to reality
gently pulling me back into the distant twilight of us
and suddenly memories are drifting
quietly floating, as always, slowly circling just out of my reach
here in this place, the ghost of you never fades
and it whispers to me of what we had and what we lost
you linger close and constantly return to me
sometimes I follow you into the dreaming space
where we walk together, through the dark halls of yesterday
and the flames of our love
still cling to me in the darkness
our embers forever burning
in the unseen corners of time
broken over and over, my heart is weeping
bleeding rivers of pain into the endless darkness
and then the wind comes and carries your voice away
and I hear a gentle sighing carried on the softest breeze
but time won’t bring you back to me
© Ann Bagnall