…time stops
Hours seem to pass…
…so slowly
I had a story
I carried it deep
within my heart
how many dawns
have now…
…become dusk?
days pass by…
…like clouds
and I find myself
full…
….of emptiness
suddenly colourless
in the middle of winter
snow…
…is slowly falling
in this
immeasurable silence
I hear…
…your whispers
the sky
has become violet
weeping stars…
…of dreams
I hear the echoes…
…of voices
I hear the thunder
of memory…
…and of rain
how gently
time stops
I have become…
…a petal
cast upon
the gentle breeze
and I know
that come the spring
you will find me…
…once again
© Ann Bagnall
2014
