The Sad Song of Surrender

Morning once again

And I am aching

With the reminder

Of distant affections

Sighing for the touch

Of long buried feelings

While eternity burns

With the sorrow

Of oft recalled loss

The sunrise

Withdraws from me

Its ancient knowledge

While the waxen lily and I

Linger, languishing

In shaded pools

On the brink

Of scarlet rapture

Jasmine

Weeping all around

Begging answers

Of historys’ questions

And here alone

My heart breaks

With the knowledge

That echoes

In the depths of my soul

And the sad song

Of surrender

© Ann Bagnall 2015.