…are restless under the moon
The night is liquid
it owns me
flows through me
drips unceasingly
from the empty sky
this empty space
where my heart melts
where the waters run
where your face reflects
wandering
in this boundless sky
the seas of memory
are restless
under the moon
like rivers
flowing to the sea
from the gardens of heaven
flying away
from the dark night
the emptiness opens up
between darkness and light
and heaven and earth
through the windows, of night
creeps the sunlight
birds cry in the wind
flying across
the lavender field, of morning
in the fading silence
I hear footsteps fall
in my heart alone
I dream of a smile
perhaps a kiss
for all that was left
unsaid, or undone
two butterflies, rest
under a blossoming tree
under falling petals
and rain-soaked skies
in my aching soul
their beating wings
echo on the breeze
like the sighing
of numberless blades of grass
in this brief moment
in this instant, of longing
it is as if my love
is a bird, in the evening sky
in each breath of night
the clouds and mist swirl
with the twilight shadows
in my heart
and in the dark currents
of endless night
all gates to my heart
are open
© Ann Bagnall
