Darkness (A Shapeless Form)

A sudden touch of winter chill

Runs through the empty spaces

Of my heart

And I hear an echo in my soul

I feel it resting gently

Over all

The shadows here are deeper

A shapeless form emerges

Yet softly

The moonlight keeps on falling

There is a drop of night rain

And an emptiness

Beckoning like truth

As gently

The darkness consumes

© Ann Bagnall


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