…that my soul used to sing

You were the song
that my soul longed to sing
like strains of music
we wound together

the sky was midnight blue
with stardust and rose petals
falling around us
eternity circled in a silken haze

nights were filled
with the sweet fragrance
of purple irises and white orchids
all ebony and moon glow

but now only shadows
forgotten, frequent that room
and one voice echoes
as it touches stone walls

in a dream I awaken
to find myself empty
just as an extinguished candle
leaves the night
© Ann Bagnall
2015