Marking The Hours


Marking The Hours

The night weeps

Outside my window

Wind howls

Grief stricken

Shaking the trees

The moon’s face is veiled

Darkness has overwhelmed her

She keeps company with me

A candle

My shadow

And my memories

Alone

Without you my love

The clock ticks

Endlessly

Marking the hours

Of misery

© Ann Bagnall 2016.

Image: The Blue Window By Philippe Sainte Laudy

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