A Fleeting Loss

…alone under this sky

Image: Public Domain

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