…of your soul

We were lost in the dark and the shadows
where the songs of wind and rain, magnified our pain
we never heeded the warnings, nor the truths unspoken
we clung desperately to the shadows and shunned the light
parting was unbearable, but inevitable
far more than just sweet sorrow
the storm was building for the longest time
yet as reality swept inon wild waves of winter
and endless rivers of regret, we fell into the halls of darkness
in mere seconds, drowning in the infinite silence
where I can still hear the songs of your soul
winding out in harmony with the music of the night-winds
returning over and over, just whispers of echoes
endlessly searching
© Ann Bagnall