…of nothing

Quiet
always clear
and calm
the colour of nothing
ever quickly spent
the heart
completely forgotten
unwinding
by degrees
empty whispers
promises
long broken
underneath
restless waters flow

sometimes
I remember a dream
hidden deep
inside my heart
it brings back
an ache
I can feel the thunder
and when it has passed
I am left sobbing
melting softly away
and nothing
nothing
remains the same
© Ann Bagnall
2014