The Gentle Murmurs


Of these black waters

Time is drifting by
as a boat on the relentless tide

Your voice is silent tonight
yet your essence clings to me

These thoughts they flow like silk
coldly slipping through my fingers

I cannot catch them as they fall away
again, the descent towards darkness

The gentle murmurs of these black waters
carry the echoes of your whispers

My heart is once more overfull
and the restless wind and wheeling shadows

Surround me once more
sweeping me away

© Ann Bagnall

 

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