…swimming in the silence
I have thrown a thousand words
into the aching void
they have fallen upon the flames
been scattered across the night sky
now all but ash, dissolving
in a calm reflecting pool
or invisible amongst forgotten mists
like dreams, they are just questions
that are never given voice
they have been silenced
lost, as echoes are lost
drifting in the dying wind
wrapped in the same mystery
born in silence, shrouded in the shadows
yet always lingering
networks of murmurs
melodies of lost hopes
and broken dreams
the trials of the mind
that secret door within my heart
the secret source
slow, slow, so achingly slow
inseparable from me
never spoken, never dared
notes still waiting to be read
keeping to the cobwebbed corners
floating to me from the darkness
words from the heart
swimming in the silence
lost in the sands, swept to sea
© Ann Bagnall 2013
