…the past seduces me

Rain circles the night, I listen to it falling
with its steady beating it spells your name
brings images of you, soothes my pain
and in the dark hours the past seduces me, calls me to her arms
like the whispers of the moon or the songs of the shifting sea
the place that I dream of is always familiar
a place where lost memories are stirred within
where again, I meet you in our secret places
and where I can hold you once more in my arms
all questions fade in the embrace
I give you my deepest fears and you give me yours
finding their lodgings, safe within our hearts
but too soon, you are melting away
falling effortlessly into deep pools of silence
as always, in this dream, your absence leaves me breathlessly still
and my only solace is the knowledge
that we will meet again, over and over and over
© Ann Bagnall