The night blooms
and the hours pass slowly
memories of you calling
from the shadows
like waves they roll over me
I hear my heart
whispering your name
in my dreams
I find myself weeping
as the nightingale
mourns for me
his sweet querulous song
drifting out
into the darkness
painting my melancholy

© Ann Bagnall

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