…like fire

Sleep eludes me, an endless need
I feel the abyss and the inevitable fear
that curls under each desire
undefinable loneliness
self inflicted tragedies
undertones and whispered overtures
dreams clinging like fire
what ever they mean it matters
glimpses of an ancient ghost
shadows dancing on the wall
running hands over history
the deep grey of stone, sensing its past
the enduring cold, moss green walls
I look at the dappled forest floor
but the rock is undisturbed
there is honeysuckle in the air
and deep pink petals swirl into the void
with the slowly drifting leaves
I still feel the warmth of your arms
but you are lost to me
where are you my love?
my heart travels down winding roads
where is your beloved face?
the gentle winds whisper your name
and the mists of time envelop me
as emptiness fills me to overflowing
now the season is changing
so quickly it seems
the leaves are falling once more
such sweet memories we shared
in this beautiful place
your loss has left a void in me
are you searching too?
do you remember my love?
does your heart seek mine?
I am alone in the darkness
an endless melancholy descends upon me
and the brittle autumn leaves
feel my pain and share my loss
for they too are lost to the shadows
and in their desolation
in their dying moments
they serenade me most mournfully
© Ann Bagnall