whispers recall in the night
and even as the rain comes down
I hear the voices of long ago
and you become my haunter.
I toss and turn as images crash
into the corners of my room
flying floating shards
of beauty and desire
I cannot breathe
but I am unafraid.
I reach out my arms
attempting to hold your ghost
to bring you close
so you can feel the rhythm
it still beats, it still burns
it still belongs to you
but the apparition fades
and my arms are grasping
the cold air of the night.
And the rain still falls.
A silent tear rolls down my face,
and I miss you
The music of the night
is but the sound of my heart breaking
and the puddling of pain at my feet
At long last I float away
into the shadows of dreams
and finally, to my heart's delight,
I hold you in my arms
and the tears become the wind.
Gently caressing your face,
and it is as it should be.
©Ruth Langford, September 3, 2010
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