…of your soul
We were lost
in the dark and the shadows
where the songs of wind and rain
magnified our pain
we never heeded the warnings
nor the truths unspoken
we clung desperately
to the shadows
and shunned the light
parting was unbearable
but inevitable
far more than just sweet sorrow
the storm was building
for the longest time
yet as reality swept in
on wild waves of winter
and endless rivers of regret
we fell into the halls of darkness
in mere seconds
drowning in the infinite silence
where I can still hear
the songs of your soul
winding out in harmony
with the music of the night-winds
returning over and over
just whispers of echoes
endlessly searching
© Ann Bagnall
