…an empty canvas

We are two souls
silken threads
woven together by fate
your heart still echoes to me
in the gentle murmurs
of the ocean of time

without you
I am a lost leaf
chasing the wind in vain
my heart, an empty canvas
waiting for you to paint it again

a flickering candle
whose flame
casts shifting shadows
as it burns itself away
no air left to sustain me
my colours now shades of grey

an empty boat
drifting aimless
with no company
but the cold moon
and the vast cornerless sky

where in a darkness
so complete
I surrender to the void
this endless night
my burial shroud
© Ann Bagnall 2014