…on the cresting sea

The lapping of waves at her feet
a broken image of the moon on water
the blossoms in ruins
her dreams remain unspoken

through long still nights
there is a lonely longing
that she cannot name
all is lost and covenant broken

the things of love and beauty
now all but memories
she is wistfulness
and she is melancholy

another night approaches
on swift silent wings
and she is just drifting
on the cresting sea

hovering on a whisper
riding on lengthening shadows
and once again
nothing has changed

she reaches out for him
and touches loneliness in the darkness
and in the languishing years
there is nothing
but the silence of a falling tear

© Ann Bagnall 2014