…and I feel nothing at all

Time stands still and the wind returns with a touch of ice
and the dust and the shadows restlessly shift
and the fallen leaves drift dry and lifeless
and I feel nothing at all
time stands still and a deep blue paints the once pale sky
and a single stationary cloud fades from view
and a lonely bird calls his sorrowful cry
and I feel nothing at all
time stands still and soft rain whispers and weeps gently as it falls
and raindrops are drip, drip, dripping like tears
and forever is only a moment
and I feel nothing at all
time stands still and the wandering wind grows bitterly cold
and I am chasing reflections in the mirror
and falling into the open arms of empty space
and I feel nothing at all
time stands still and darkness at last gratefully and gracefully falls
and there are ashes drifting upon the wind
and all that was, is changed never again to be
and I feel nothing at all
time stands still and winter wraps around me like a dark black cloak
and the long desperate hours are now upon me
and I am falling into the elusive past and losing myself
and I feel nothing at all
time stands still and my soul in vain, is calling out your name
and I hear you calling back to me from within
and at last I whisper my final goodbye
and I feel nothing at all
time stands still and hear you ask me to stay
and I reply ‘Say my name just one more time’
and in the silence and the echoes I fade away
and I feel nothing at all
time stands still and my weary soul now rests here in sweet repose
and the nightingale serenades my peaceful dreams
and I feel you near but still out of my reach
and I feel nothing at all
© Ann Bagnall