…is my serenity

My wings
are wet
and heavy
with 
the weight
of drowning

falling
to my knees
as the winds
slowly circle
around me
in the night

the shadows
are dark
and beautiful
moonlight
bleeds
pale
and white

I hear
the songs
of the sea
calling
softly
to me

wordless
moments
they cast
no shadows
here

the realms
of the dead
are close
the price
of life
reflected
in starry
graves

a song
of endings
birds
have flown
to warmer
skies

leaves
have fallen
to dust
winds
voiceless
without them
trees
now empty
turned
to stone

shadows
still
blossoming
dancing
wild and free

moonlight
still falls
in hushed veils

and silence
this deathly 
silence
is my serenity

© Ann Bagnall