…before the wind
Yes, love exists
but it is no longer mine
alone again
once more
I am incomplete
my heart
constantly whispers
to the listening skies
memories of you
linger fleetingly
misunderstood
like pain
but now
a keen awareness
it is mine
it took its time
my light is broken
reason is blind
all falls into ash
and I am dissolving
inside
forever caught
in a swirling sea fog
of repeated endings
we are returning
over and over
to the same shore
endlessly moving
through passing time
just stepping stones
apart
without you
to fill the emptiness
I am drifting
in frozen shades
of melancholy blue
and like the last
of the blossoms
I am falling
drawn to the depths
above heaven
and below heaven
everything circles
back to where it began
our hearts are dust
before the wind
and then
another beginning
© Ann Bagnall
