…the past seduces me
Rain circles the night
I listen to it falling
with its steady beating
it spells your name
brings images of you
soothes my pain
and in the dark hours
the past seduces me
calls me to her arms
like the whispers of the moon
or the songs of the shifting sea
the place that I dream of
is always familiar
a place where lost memories
are stirred within
where again, I meet you
in our secret places
and where I can hold you
once more in my arms
all questions fade
in the embrace
I give you my deepest fears
and you give me yours
finding their lodgings
safe within our hearts
but too soon
you are melting away
falling effortlessly
into deep pools of silence
as always, in this dream
your absence
leaves me breathlessly still
and my only solace
is the knowledge
that we will meet again
over and over
and over
© Ann Bagnall
