…but pain feels the same
In sweet melancholy, the night begins to sing
emptiness echoes across the black oceans of the sky
in my heart, the dark flowers of loss are blooming
on wings of sorrow, my soul does gently fly
emptiness echoes across the black oceans of the sky
in the darkness, my beating heart the only sound
on wings of sorrow, my soul does gently fly
I cannot see the light that, once I could have found
in the darkness, my beating heart the only sound
I am fading gently like a candle, softly losing her flame
I cannot see the light that, once I could have found
sorrow wears many masks, but pain feels the same
I am fading gently like a candle, softly losing her flame
in the deep labyrinth of the night, the birds weep
sorrow wears many masks, but pain feels the same
in blossoms of sorrow and petals of pain, I sleep
in the deep labyrinth of the night, the birds weep
in my heart, the dark flowers of loss are blooming
in blossoms of sorrow and petals of pain, I sleep
in sweet melancholy, the night begins to sing
© Ann Bagnall
** A poem from my book ‘The Ocean Whispers To Me’ published on Amazon**
