…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