…I cannot wash away

Painted in colours I cannot wash away
in the trembling darkness I hear you sigh
weeping trees dancing in soft silhouette sway

I watch as the birds take to the open sky
branches are shivering and leaves shift and cling
far from this gilded cage my soul longs to fly

melancholy memories the seasons bring
we were once waves breaking on our own shadows
in the star sprinkled darkness your heart still sings

the moon weaves her soft tapestry of sorrows
painted in colours I cannot wash away
© Ann Bagnall