…is calling to yours

Night surrounds me
dark pools lapping at my feet
lost deep in my memories I stand in the darkening
journeying weightless into the aching past
where your light still flickers
I whisper my mantra of forgetting
‘let it go, let it fade’ but this ache still burns
like an arctic storm, bright and bitterly cold
it illuminates the very shadows
that I am trying to erase
that I desperately hope will vanish
into the vast corners of time
so far away, so out of reach
that I can finally lay them to rest
but this is where the ghosts of my past
and my future reside
carrying the weight of what might have been
and what remains unseen
the dreams of the past live in me
as the earth holds secrets older than grief
ashes falling from the past
circling me like prey
singing sad songs of memories
into the ethers of time
I feel the sharp sword of solitude
carving its’ mark on me
and my heart is calling to yours
for the longest of times
© Ann Bagnall