…drifting in on gentle winds

You are etched within my heart
your memory woven through the pages of my life
the last time that I saw you the quiet melancholy of a stormy day
the aching beauty of the sea and twisting driftwood
the clamour of birdsong in the rose of morning
cherry blossoms weeping under a familiar moon
then suddenly without warning, these things assail me
their sighs and murmurs spilling over like silken cascades
running through my life, painted in colours that only I can see
I stand alone with no shape and no form
old ghosts and old wounds drifting in on gentle winds
the tapestry of time trailing across a clear blue sky
this floating world of wine and kisses
your hand is in mine, all I see is you
only my love remains only the ground beneath
yet this time I feel you near
and somehow I sense that in this moment
I am merely a heartbeat short of eternity
© Ann Bagnall