…of darkness
Drifting on the rolling waves of sleep
your familiar shadow on the swell
restless memories roaming
in the tenuous darkness
gentle whispers of regret
softly echo in the night
in this place of dreams
my thoughts carry a heavier weight
yet are fragile and lacking in substance
the past and the present intertwined
and time becomes timeless
clouds and mist cover the stars
but their reflections linger
in my memories
unseen but still shimmering
in an imaginary sea of ebony
just as you, my love
are out of reach
and helpless, I am still drawn
to the echoes of your soul
like a butterfly to the petals
a single tear rolls down my cheek
falling silently into the abyss
as again I watch your face
fading ever so slowly away
and only your ripples remain
I am drifting away
on gentle waves of melancholy
and as dawn breaks through
you are gone again
so I linger here alone
awaiting the return of darkness
waiting for that moment
when my heart fills with light
as I hear your whispers
softly returning
in the liquid blue of midnight
© Ann Bagnall
