…turns the pages

I am awaiting the promised blooming
but melancholy remains an uninvited guest
my heart lives in my winter abyss
the heavy falls of snow lingering in my soul
the clouds and the rain have captured me
the currents of the wind and the currents of the sea
bring thoughts of you drifting back to me
an endless returning
followed by the inevitable retreat
as the tide to the shore over and over
we are carried back to where we began
our story repeating in endless repetition
a cycle of endings and beginnings
the wind turns the pages before they are even written
eventually tearing them free, one page at a time
ever lost in the ebb and flow
each chapter both a beginning and an ending
slowly becoming an empty book
© Ann Bagnall