…drifting away

You are as formless as the sea
woven in the whispers of moonlight
a tapestry of tragedy
just dark silken memories
like the shadows of fallen leaves
that still tremble in barren trees

I am a solitary leaf
swirling in endless circles
as if captured by a turbulent breeze
that only I can perceive
the trees look on in silence
still as statues in the mist

coldly observing the pain and the loss
carried in each poignant pirouette
as I am slowly breaking apart
pieces of me drifting away
into the flow of night winds
my final adagio
© Ann Bagnall