In Your Wake Part I (Leaving No Impression)

My beloved

You echo

In the chambers of my heart

Like the mournful song

Of a nightingale

You are an endless

Seductive whisper

In my soul

A cherry blossom shadow

That shudders

And trembles

Like a chill

From a passing breeze

Or the wings

Of a winter butterfly

Brushing

Dreamlike

Against my cheek

Stirring colours

In the void

Yet leaving no impression

In your wake

© Ann Bagnall 2015.