…of memories

I am forever haunted
again and again
whispered words
drifting like ribbons
at the whim of the wind
yet somehow
are etched into my soul
peace is a distant rapture
that I clutch at like a silken thread
constantly calling
from the mists of yesterday
uninvited recollections
the pain of memories
like thunder and lightning
uncovering what is buried
starkly illuminating what is hidden
the ghost of you
ignites the fires long extinguished
before retreating into the darkness
leaving me trembling
and once again alone
in the shuddering night
where the winds
paint upon the heavens
the haunting shadows of your face
and from a silence ages long
give back to me
the music of your voice
© Ann Bagnall