In Your Wake (I)
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.