From deep within the empty caverns
of my broken heart
I hear the siren call of darkness
Her haunting song
whispering like waterfalls
hushed and beautiful
Across the black seas of night
the wistful call of a nightingale
in rising cadence, fills the sky
Echoing in my soul
where the moon beckons to me
Her soft serenade carries me away
Like an empty boat upon a gentle sea
The waves comfort me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 