…become our threnody
My heart still wanders
in our secret places
those hidden places
where love was once born
and where it was once lost
in endless repetition
shifting back and forth
from the heat of summer
to the frozen shadows
of the lingering winter
the beat of our hearts
keeping time with the cycles
of the seasons
never falling to rest
together
now once again
I have drifted back
into this place of blooming
where my heart calls to yours
in the dawning
and the familiar fragrance
of flowers
floats in on gentle winds
from the last gasps
of the vanishing night
my soul aches
to swim once more
in the oceans of your dreams
but I languish
starless and empty
upon the barren shores
the weight of destiny
falls heavily in the moment
along with the last of the petals
omens once disregarded
now becoming truths
here
where you and I
and the free-falling leaves
are drifting once more
in our winter waters
where both the silence
and the songs of death
call softly to me
where I am still not free
from the wild winds
of my mourning
I see our ashes
drifting in the ebb tide
as I linger here
beneath the last stars
longer than my heart can bear
my sorrow rising on gentle wings
the whispers of the sea
are now calling to me
the souls of the dead
are not at rest
and while these may be
our winter fields
the moon still rises
and the moon still sets
our song still plays
upon my heart
memories become our threnody
the soft seasons ever circling
where my heart still wanders
in our secret places
those hidden places
where love was born
and where it was lost
in endless repetition
© Ann Bagnall
