…of nothing
Quiet
always clear and calm
the colour of nothing
ever quickly spent
the heart completely forgotten
unwinding by degrees
empty whispers
promises long broken
underneath restless waters flow
sometimes
I remember a dream
hidden deep inside my heart
it brings back an ache
I can feel the thunder
and when it has passed
I am left sobbing
melting softly away
and nothing
nothing
remains the same
© Ann Bagnall 2014
