…and my heart breaks

A sudden touch of winter
runs through the empty spaces, the vacant places of my heart
both fire and ice burns within
the anomalous nature of fresh grief
I hear an echo calling in my soul
and I feel it like a curtain falling down to rest
no longer troubled by the wandering wind
the shadows here are deeper, shifting shapeless
shattered silhouettes of memories fading in and out of view
the melancholy moonlight keeps on falling
softly, like whispers, in all the shades of loneliness
there is a gentle song of night rain, tapping gently on the roof
disappearing into an emptiness, beckoning like truth
and here I am drowning, in your wake
praying for my soul, the night to take
but the night has turned its face from me
and I tremble
and gently the darkness consumes
and my heart breaks
© Ann Bagnall