…of time

Fathomless tides of melancholy
petal upon petal of sadness, hearts divided, souls sundered
but the blossoms will come again in the whispers of time
and we will be crushed with fragrant desire, an exquisite torture
two shadows dancing, my heart with yours
an unspoken question embraces a silent answer
hearts once full, now hollow, love’s deep well, now shallow
the truth hurts, yet love, resilient
still lingers ever patiently, in the whispers of time
dreams have been shattered
illusions revealed and realities unmoored
but hope will bloom anew in the whispers of time
the past is a shadow that follows us still
the future a distant echo that we strain to hear
but in the moment there is always peace in the whispers of time
beyond all forgetting, what once was, will be again
to be held by one whose soul mirrors our own
it will be where we live and it is not a dream
© Ann Bagnal