The Echoes

…of silence

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The day is coming to life
with all its breathless sighs
and pretty murmurs
subtle chimes
adrift upon the wind

birds crying
out of the shadows
taking wing into the skies
as the sunrise creeps in
and swallows the fleeing night

these ancient rituals
this endless cycle
the colours bleed
into the horizon
once again
the coolness of midnight
the moonless, timeless black
is left behind

but the clouds
the hours of loneliness
the echoes of silence
and the darkness
are never out of sight
nor ever far from mind
© Ann Bagnall