…before the wind

Yes, love exists, but it is no longer mine
alone again, once more I am incomplete
my heart is constantly whispering to the listening skies
and memories of you linger fleetingly, in and out of sight
my sorrow misunderstood, like pain
but now I feel a keen awareness awakening
it is mine and it took its time
my light is broken and reason is blind
all has fallen to ash and I am dissolving inside
forever caught in a swirling sea fog of ever repeated endings
we are returning over and over to the same shore
endlessly moving through slow passing time
just stepping stones apart
without you to fill the emptiness, I am aimlessly drifting
in the frozen shades of melancholy blue
and like the last of the spring blossoms
I am falling, inevitably drawn into to the depths
above heaven and below heaven
everything circles back to where it began
our hearts are dust before the wind
and then, another beginning
© Ann Bagnall