…alone under this sky

I am already dust before the wind
a weightless thing, floating between worlds
where time has no meaning, no meaning at all
I remember the moments of laughter and light a fleeting happiness
that could not withstand the underlying darkness
our broken edges that fit together perfectly until they shattered
and now my my dust and I await the whim of the winds
the long shadows of evening shudder and tremble
the light is bleeding away but it is ever a fleeting loss
alone under this sky which once belonged to you and I
the night transforms into evanescent hues of gold and silver
now free to be nothing at all, to embrace the emptiness
as my dust settles into something beautiful and the memories fade
a glimpse of heaven etched upon the fallen snow
© Ann Bagnall