…over and over
As another day passes
doubts are the doorways
enemies are always outside
tomorrow the descent towards darkness
will already have begun
when the night winds blow
bridging sky and soil
as rains fall hard
from the sobbing twilight
there will be only the remains
of a world once bright
with hopes of spring
the seeds of the seasons of my heart
will be scattered in the void
until wild weeds grow
the bittersweet taste of emptiness
from the withered vine
like a new sadness, arises
as night slowly intrudes
with touch of chill
although my heart
can no longer remember
my love neither sleeps
nor slumbers
even when winter
settles stone still
as long as winds shall pass
I will hear you
subtle sorcery
the spell too easily cast
and my heart is broken
over and over
© Ann Bagnall 2014
