…drifting in on gentle winds
You are etched
within my heart
your memory woven
through the pages
of my life
…the last time that I saw you
…the quiet melancholy
of a stormy day
…the aching beauty of the sea
and twisting driftwood
…the clamour of birdsong
in the rose of morning
…cherry blossoms weeping
under a familiar moon
then suddenly
with no warning
these things assail me
their sighs and murmurs
spilling over
like silken cascades
running through my life
painted in colours
that only I can see
I stand alone
with no shape
and no form
old ghosts
and old wounds
drifting in
on gentle winds
the tapestry of time
trailing across
a clear blue sky
this floating world
of wine and kisses
your hand is in mine
all I see is you
only my love remains
only the ground beneath
yet this time I feel you near
and somehow I sense
that in this moment
I am merely a heartbeat short
of eternity
© Ann Bagnall
