…like ribbons of silk
In this unquiet night
haunted by memories
drifting in from beyond
nothing moves
save for the wind
that whispers to trees
I cannot sleep
for every thought of you
stabs at my heart and my soul
my pain deep, as if inflicted
by a well sharpened blade
alone with my thoughts
I sever the dark threads
that bind me to you
and as I watch them unwinding
I feel myself unravelling
memories drift before my eyes
a slow slide show of despair
all that once I held dear
now nothing but restless ghosts
winding backwards in time
soon the distance between us
will be vast and unconquerable
unable to be measured
even if tears could be counted
I let go of the threads
watching them trembling
the cold wind carries them away
watching my dreams fading
into the empty night
the pain of separation
promises of eternity
lost to the four winds
our song fading
into silence
now I am falling
like ribbons of silk
softly into the waves
of my grief
© Ann Bagnall
