…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