The Dark Corners

…of my grief

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From beyond the dark mirror
that reflects your face
every fibre of my being
aches for your touch
a sorrowful serenade
fills the empty night
in all the colours of love

winding
through the chambers
of my aching heart
and echoing
again and again
from the dark corners
of my grief

in the unravelling night
the tides of memory
are awakening
in my close held soul
such a sweet subtle spell
the moonlight weaves

here
where the sun used to fall
the moon’s silver
is spilling over
painting the night anew
and waves of grief
roll over me
as I remember you
© Ann Bagnall