Still Clinging

…to the moment

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I see a shadow in the mirror
a sudden movement
I think it’s me
the fragility of the heart
I remember falling
unreachable
in a never-ending spiral
without a resting place
still clinging to the moment
and how it felt to lay in ruins

as I watch
the clock ticks to escape
there is the fragrance of jasmine
and the fire and I are dying
each a slow death
somewhere in the shallows
in the relentless silence
the tides begin to turn
and in the shadows
the blanket of time falls quietly

an echo flutters within me
butterflies of memories
waves wash over me
and words fail
worn like pebbles on riverbeds
dreams form from imaginings
of infinite things

you move through my mind
it touches me
a tidal movement
only here, I think
could I have found you

now a sunset
drowning into darkness
blending into the distance

now a thousand shades of blue
a touch of silk
melting into darker hues

now the moon melts
slides into the sea without ripples
slipping away

now a breath of eternity
like the whispers of the dawn
or a dying day

now meadows draped in pastel hues
catching fire in the morning sun
and now, you catch me
as I descend
© Ann Bagnall