…time stops

Hours seem to pass so slowly
I had a story, I carried it deep within my heart
how many dawns have now become dusk?
days pass by like clouds
and I find myself full of emptiness
suddenly colourless in the middle of winter
snow is slowly falling
in this immeasurable silence I hear your whispers
the sky has become violet weeping stars of dreams
I hear the echoes of voices
I hear the thunder of memory and of rain
how gently time stops
I have become a petal, cast upon the gentle breeze
and I know that come the spring
you will find me once again
© Ann Bagnall
2014