The Wind

…turns the pages

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I am awaiting
the promised blooming
but melancholy
remains an uninvited guest
my heart lives
in my winter abyss
the heavy falls of snow
lingering in my soul

the clouds and the rain
have captured me
the currents of the wind
and the currents of the sea
bring thoughts of you
drifting back to me
an endless returning
followed
by the inevitable
retreat

as the tide to the shore
over and over
we are carried back
to where we began
our story repeating
in endless repetition
a cycle of endings
and beginnings

the wind
turns the pages
before they are
even written
eventually
tearing them free
one page at a time

ever lost
in the ebb and flow
each chapter
both a beginning
and an ending
slowly becoming
an empty book
© Ann Bagnall