…upon the ebb

A moment in time a melancholy sea, your distant heart
a door once opened now lost in reverie
a mirror shattered, a deluge of emotions
minutes become hours fading as a dying rose under a misty moon
a deserted path, a darkness beckons, moss covered stones
dancing upon the ebb, suspended in time
a diaphanous memory, a meeting of souls
this delicate moment, the soft melody of loss
and desire still whispers
a silent thought, a mix of emotions, discordant notes
shadows trembling, dreams still circling
a margin of doubt, a moody refrain
this devastating loss, my mantle of pain, slowly the rain drifts in
a drowning thought, a breaking heart, mourning descends
now desolation settles upon my aching soul
© Ann Bagnall