The Ache
Something
always calls me back
to this place
to this chamber of echoes
the tracings of tears
are all that are seen here
long the heart
has been stilled
leaving me
with nothing
but shades
of ruined loveliness
shadows
passing through
the slow shifting dust
the forms of illusions
falling slowly
as I leave
all that I have been
yet even those
dark things
I would have again
I long for something
the pictures unpainted
the songs unsung
the mirages
and untamed reflections
distinguishing between
the lies
I have lived
and the truths
I have told
enfolded
in this mist of lace
let me find my way
through perpetually
swinging doors
the ache
of unanswered questions
all the dreams
I’ve been keeping
amidst the dim shadows
the whispers
of forgotten promises
as mysterious as we are
all the answers
I will have at last
blurring
slow motion
flashbacks
unfolding
layer upon layer
working my way
down familiar walkways
that my heart
already knows
they will guide me
back through
the darkness
across the fields
of yesterday
towards the path
of my dreams
© Ann Bagnall
