…in full bloom
A cooling mist
blows over the wall
and a leaf falls
without a sound
a voice calls to me
from deep inside
as the hours
heave like waves
casting up memories
the night floods in
the darkness consumes
ever deeply
but dreams won’t come
the evening air
rushes past me
emptiness in full bloom
his silence
is unexplained
I am alone with the moon
I turn from my mirror
with a sigh
watch my guttering candle
I stand alone
for a long while
this ache of farewell
it seems the wind hungers
to cross the void
it weighs heavy on me
motionless
at my window
my heart is a cold lake
and the wind
demands to be listened to
it seems
I have been forgotten
in the midst of things
the hour grows late
and the silk curtains fall
he is all I have ever known
his steady eyes
have been the pool
in which I float
and he will always find me
at the edge of the night
in endless vigil
waiting with the stars
© Ann Bagnall
2015
