The Colour Of Nothing


The Colour Of Nothing

 Safe but unfulfilling

Quiet, always clear and calm

The colour of nothing

Ardent, eager, quickly spent

Making no demands

And always, always

With deliberate caution

Held at a distance

The heart is completely forgotten

And it never is enough

I ask myself why

Unwinding by degrees

Empty whispers

And promises long broken

But not this time

Underneath, the restless waters flow

Secretly at night

I remember a dream, once lost

It lies there, within

I hide it deep inside my heart

And when it has sobbed out a last utterance

It brings back like an ache, his embrace

I can feel the thunder

And how I have wished for that

The real touch

The heart aflame

 I am melting softly

 And nothing

Remains the same

© Ann Bagnall and AnnieB222.com, 2014.

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