This moon, this night, with all its sighs and murmurs
it fills me with such longing, the rain seems ceaseless
and the heavens echo with the cries of mournful ghosts
haunted by dreams and the endless shadows
I remember the words of a prayer I had thought lost so long ago
and it reminds me of hope, fragile, yet enduring
your spirit flows over me like the fragrance of roses
drawing memories, bittersweet and bright
from the depths of my despair
© Ann Bagnall
2015
Annie's Poetry 