…endlessly waiting to see your light
I rage against the clock
as the slow hands of time
whittle the future away
this seems an endless battle
and I am slowly losing my mind
slowly losing myself
losing my longing
longing for a moment
for a minute, an hour, a day
now a seemingly futile desire
in the chaos of it all
the past is slowly forgotten
an echo, a memory
faded and frayed
my grip on life unravelling
under the still gaze of the clock
and it’s cold, indifferent face
the future is now an illusion
a mirage crafted to tempt
dreams now faded like rainbows
yet I still cannot acknowledge
their fragile nature
or the unseen shadows
that carried them gently away
and all the while I am waiting
for a tomorrow that will never come
I am searching for the truth
in every aching dawn
as the relentless ebbing tide
drags the sand from beneath my feet
just as my longing for a moment
a minute, an hour, a day
whittles that moment away
always waiting for the night
like a moth to a flame, I am captured
entranced by its ever-changing moods
and drawn to the moon’s silent song
as it calls to me over and over
night music, nocturnes for the soul
I still walk the shore in the shallow waves
and I think suddenly of you
I wonder if somewhere
you are feeling this too
do you yearn for something more…
something just out of reach?
are you content with what you have …
with who you are?
do you feel the pull of the tides …
or do they pass by unnoticed?
I still meet you in my dreams
our secret nocturnal romance
night whispers, love letters in the dark
light blooming from the shadows
what was once veiled, unveiled
I am addicted to the night
endlessly waiting to see your light
the aching tides of my heart
ebb and flow and ebb and flow
until finally they fall into silence
when once more I am drowning
in the reality of the dawning
© Ann Bagnall
