…and my heart breaks
A sudden touch of winter
runs through the empty spaces
the vacant places of my heart
both fire and ice burns within
the anomalous nature
of fresh grief
I hear an echo calling in my soul
and I feel it like a curtain
falling down to rest
no longer troubled
by the wandering wind
the shadows here are deeper
shifting shapeless
shattered silhouettes
of memories
fading in and out of view
the melancholy moonlight
keeps on falling
softly, like whispers
in all the shades of loneliness
there is a gentle song
of night rain
tapping gently
on the roof
disappearing
into an emptiness
beckoning like truth
and here I am drowning
in your wake
praying for my soul
the night to take
but the night
has turned its face from me
and I tremble
and gently the darkness
consumes
and my heart breaks
© Ann Bagnall
