…but also never found
Where the branches hang low
under a darkening sky
the shadows are bleeding
into the oncoming night
the fleeting moments
between the last glimpses of light
and the rising of the moon
where the soft sighs
of unseen souls still linger
a symphony of sorrow
awaiting the gentle caress
of the softly veiled night
for the brief seconds
of connection
that breach the loneliness
of their existence
in the in between
as the twilight fades
the sky surrenders
its blushing hues
to the waiting darkness
the wind is heavy with secrets
whispering of things now lost
and souls now drifted apart
in the space between heartbeats
the echoes hold their breath
shadows are slow dancing
silent as the autumn leaves
falling into the deepening dusk
weaving a tapestry
of longing and regret
their melancholy notes
are trembling like a flame
in a gentle breeze
or the wings of a moth
inevitably drawn to the light
stars sparkle in the velvet dark
but they offer no solace
for in this dark realm
the shadows bleed
into the corners of night
and the heartbeats
of the forgotten still linger
the moon rises
casting her cold gaze
over the mourning earth
where souls are drifting
clinging to the edges
of an empty place
that no longer remembers
where time flows
like a river through stone
currents swift and unforgiving
these shadowed souls
are caught between what was
and what might have been
lingering in an endless ‘now’
where nothing is ever forgotten
suspended on the precipice
of their own oblivion
their sighs intertwined with the wind
their tears falling with the rain
yet their songs still rise
into the ethers of time
never lost, but also
never found
© Ann Bagnall
