A Moment
…of grace
Our songs already sung
still linger in my dreams
their haunting melodies
still calling to me
persistent and patient
for our souls are entwined
as roses to their thorns
time is drifting away
on an endlessly ebbing tide
our hearts now heavy
with the sudden weight
of our new reality
where the whispers of hope
are fading into memory
and echoing like pain
the days are vanishing
now but fleeting reflections
and in my melancholy
I am still longing
for the fragile fragrance
and the trembling tones
of the season of sighs
aching for your touch
and to see myself
reflected in your eyes
lost in the moment
in my peripheral vision
I see your familiar shadow
appear and disappear
and your distant heart
is calling again
from the sobbing darkness
an intimate glimpse
a moment of grace
as the flowers of love
continue blooming
© Ann Bagnall
