The sky awaits the darkness
and with each turn of the sun
it obliges the oncoming night
painting shrouds of stars
each a silent witness to its lament
pale moonlight is seeping
through the empty limbs of trees
casting our fractured dreams
into the vast emptiness
where our whispering shadows
once woven together
are slowly drifting apart
my sorrow is bleeding
as roots bleed into the earth
the world continues turning
tied to time’s relentless pull
and I alone am still standing
a hollow shell against the wind
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 