…of my grief

From beyond the dark mirror that reflects your face
every fibre of my being aches for your touch
a sorrowful serenade fills the empty night in all the colours of love
winding through the chambers of my aching heart
and echoing again and again from the dark corners of my grief
in the unravelling night, the tides of memory
are awakening in my close held soul
such a sweet subtle spell the moonlight weaves
here where the sun used to fall, the moon’s silver is spilling over
painting the night anew
and waves of grief roll over me as I remember you
© Ann Bagnall