Melancholy (Ever Adrift)

A grey mist predicts the rain

The wind whispers

Melancholy falls on me

Softly like blossoms

I see myself reflected

In the stillness of the lake

And like the shadows on the wall

It reveals things

Once hidden in the light

Rising from the ripples

I find your face

Painted in colours

That only my heart could perceive

In the years that separate

A small fragment of joy

A teardrop descends

The vision shatters like fragile glass

And you are lost to me again

Ever adrift in the aching void

© Ann Bagnall

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