A pale ghost whispers
from weeping falls
It has a secret to tell
a song of ice both dark and light
Still my heart knows only one refrain
The anomalous broken shards of us
repeating again and again
Your shallow depths I could never see
but now I belong to the aching sea
She gently comforts me
The weight of years
and still my heart
pens my words
from empty wells
The dark ink of my sorrow
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 