Their souls entwined, as roses to their thorns
all their songs already sung, yet lingering in dreams

The haunting melodies of their once winsome days
now drifting away, on an endlessly ebbing tide

Sweet breezes, once heavy with the weight of hope
long faded into memory and echoing like pain

Days vanish and she longs for the fragile fragrance
and the trembling tones, of the season of sighs

Now a fleeting reflection, beautiful, but barely seen
a familiar shadow, that appears and disappears

An intimate glimpse, a moment of grace
as the flowers of love, continue blooming

His heart calls again in the sobbing darkness

© Ann Bagnall

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