The immeasurable miles of my longing
an ever-winding road with no destination
A vast space filled with emptiness
but for the far away whispers of you
A path to nowhere, a vanishing wave
The once silken veils of unspoken desire
now my heavy shrouds of sorrow
Your memory comes unbidden
as the silence calls softly to me
and with every fibre of my being
I ache to be free
like the sound of weeping, or teardrops
lost in the aching voids of the sea
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 