…paints sorrow

The wind paints sorrow, weightless in silhouette
loss is ever-present, sometimes ephemeral
a fleeting glimpse burning in the darkness
on the far horizons of memory
and then at times I sense an endless ocean of pain
that stretches as far as I can see
I reach as if to touch, as if to feel, finding nothing, just emptiness
only in dreams does peace visit me, its soft caress, feather light
as fragile as my heart, a welcoming light
in the midst of the dark it flares with hope
for mere seconds that feel like an eternity
before the wind takes it away as easily as it extinguishes a candle
ever shifting colours of mist, starkly undefined edges of shadows
memories ethereal and drifting out of my reach
yet still they whisper like the gentle songs of drifting leaves
calling out to broken-hearted trees, echoing in empty branches
as they fade away into darkness
tears fall softly like spring rain, reverberate like intangible pain
unable to recall the concept of feelings
shadows shifting again as the wind paints sorrow
weightless in silhouette
© Ann Bagnall