…on the shadows of the past
The memories I have kept
seem from another life
time that passed away in wisps
like smoke
that which was once a fire
now only an ember
walking by lakes
and sun warmed places
blinded by unceasing sunlight
I tread on the shadows of the past
cloud-mists in deep hollows
drifting elegantly
clustered in dense patches
glistening in morning sun
but the colour of the morning
is always painted on darkness
the centuries unfold
the seasons pass on by
and for a time I am content
with the silence
and the rippled pool
is peaceful once more
until he beckons once again
in my dreams
© Ann Bagnall
