…upon the ebb
A moment in time
a melancholy sea
your distant heart
a door once opened
now lost in reverie
a mirror shattered
a deluge of emotions
minutes become hours
fading as a dying rose
under a misty moon
a deserted path
a darkness beckons
moss covered stones
dancing upon the ebb
suspended in time
a diaphanous memory
a meeting of souls
this delicate moment
a soft medley of loss
desire still whispers
a silent thought
a mix of emotions
discordant notes
shadows trembling
dreams still circling
a margin of doubt
a moody refrain
this devastating loss
my mantle of pain
slowly the rain drifts in
a drowning thought
a breaking heart
mourning descends
now desolation settles
upon my aching soul
© Ann Bagnall