A fragile rose falling apart
in darkening winds
fading with the shadows
A distant bell rings
across blackened skies
ancient hymns drifting
A final goodbye
a silence that binds
candlelight trembles
A weeping moon
my broken heart
birds upon the wing
A hollow reflection
framed by darkness
nowhere to hide
A ghostly touch
this familiar pain
now blooming again
A false hope
whispered promises
your ever winsome ways
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 