…from grey to blue
In these days of melancholy
time seems like winter
pale and cold
and still
absolutely still
my tears wont stop falling
like secrets whispered
into a desolate wind
my heart
remembers our song
and I feel you calling
a sad refrain
upon the wind
your heart enfolding mine
in the moment
once again I am yours
and you are mine
but the seasons turn
another lonely spring
in solitude
here is another day
another lifetime
all that made me need
lies empty and hollow
without consequence
I am alone
alone on the desolate
bewildering path of pain
alone with the mist that remains
from yesterdays memories
the days of our separation
are now just dust and shadows
for we have lost each other
yet my heart begins to dream
your soul was as blue as the sky
arching over, moving slow
I recognise its singular beauty
in the vibrations of a sigh
and as if by current caught
I fall deeper into you
then the sky fades
from blue to grey
and I forget you a little
day by day
© Ann Bagnall
