Circling in the eddies of sorrow
still searching for your songs
here, where the candlelight
of my empty soul
is still burning in the dark
illuminating the threads
of our lost serenade
and as your ebbing tides
come flowing back to me
the night is weeping
into her soft silken veils
unable to extinguish
your steady flame
now the darkness opens up
and I am drifting weightless
in the deep pools of dreams
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 