Winds of change echo through the trees
hearts carved deep into the bark
their naked branches trembling
slow dancing to unheard melodies
wantonly reaching for the emptiness
between whispers and shifting shadows
in vain attempts to grasp the distant stars
The moon discards her fragile veils
into the sultry silken night
memories clinging like vines
I am free falling like leaves in winter
darkness calling to me
and I ache to embrace the silence
but my hunger erodes my convictions
as the river does the stones
My sins now written upon my skin
in places you cannot see
fading from sight with the passing of time
but forever aching
in the hollow parts of me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 