…my reflection cries

A Sonnet

Lost in the mirror my reflection cries
darkness is falling sad serenades flow
I see the lies reflected in your eyes

in the moment I must face tomorrow
cascading oceans of midnight and moon
the nightingale and I sing our sorrows

sweet memories lingering like perfume
in such melancholy the night does sing
beneath leaves of loss flowers cease to bloom

grief holds me close under soft feathered wing
a watchful moon fading in dimming skies
upon the wind I hear the ocean calling

night retreats in a symphony of sighs
lost in the mirror my reflection cries

© Ann Bagnall

** A poem from my book ‘The Moon Is Calling My Name’ published on Amazon**