…of emptiness

The dance of emptiness goes on and on
but at last, all is becoming clear
in darkness it is most bright and there is a chill
that lingers in the air
a trembling prescience of different choices
I reach out my hand, trying to catch my falling dreams
even though it cuts to the heart
I let them drop, like blood upon the virgin snow
their ominous blossoms spreading across the surface
but I know that in time they will be erased
the rain will come and wash them clear
no remnants will remain
nor signs of what once fell
and I will walk away in silence
© Ann Bagnall
2012