…in full bloom

A cooling mist blows over the wall and a leaf falls without a sound
a voice calls to me from deep inside, as the hours heave like waves
casting up memories as the night floods in
the darkness consumes ever deeply, but dreams won’t come
the evening air rushes past me
emptiness in full bloom, your silence is unexplained
once again I am alone with the moon
and I turn from my mirror with a sigh
watching my guttering candle, I stand alone for a long while
drowning in the deep ache of farewell
it seems the wind hungers to cross the void
and it always weighs heavy on me
motionless, I stand at my window, my heart, a cold lake
and the wind demands to be listened to
it seems I have been forgotten in the midst of things
the hour grows late and the silk curtains fall
you are all I have ever known
your steady eyes have been the pool in which I drift
and you will always find me at the edge of the night
in endless vigil, waiting with the stars
© Ann Bagnall