…an endless ache

Oh cruel bitter winds of fate
you played your wicked part
his absence, an endless ache
like an arrow lodged within my heart
in this slowly drifting, unquiet night
I have lost my place and time is an illusion
of voids and sleeplessness
searching for dreams
that recall his precious face
in my painI have lost the colours and the light
I am floating here alone
on these dark waves of sorrow
spreading my sails on the rising winds
into eternal flight
© Ann Bagnall