…for the songs

An unending ribbon of night
ancient awakenings at play with light and shadow
the moon repaints the colours of darkness, casting her silver spells
soft winds whispering the distant calls of the sea
always bring you back to me
but here in this night there is an emptiness
an emptiness so immense that all are lost in it
for moments that seem fleeting, a dark deception
an illusion of brevity, returning in fragments of dreams
and in melodies that only I can hear
buried in the depths of cloudy thoughts
I sometimes glimpse for mere seconds the outline of your face
so I linger here in this place of memories
unable to extinguish the flames
dewdrops reflect shadows in the glooming
a brief moment of blooming
all my longings mere futility, only the ashes remain
my tears turn them to ink
and my heart dips its quill into the darkness
searching for the songs and all of the things
that you could never see, all those forgotten words
now all that remains to comfort me
© Ann Bagnall