Echoes (And Then Silence)

In the unquiet night

On the margin of dreams

The moon comes to me

Wrapped in her cloak of darkness

As the hours flow softly she speaks

Not in words but in silence

Like tears falling into a river

Or time drifting slowly away

She is haunted by memories

And broken with sadness

Her melancholy song

Now etched in my heart

A sorrowful melody

Her secrets revealed

She sighs wistfully

And turns to the waiting night

Retreating into echoes

And then silence

© Ann Bagnall

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