…is a cold stone within

A vast unbroken night
stars dripping
like sparkling tears
from a black silken canvas
a dry leaf chases the wind
unseen it calls me
from the beckoning shadows

trees standing empty
beseech me
with outstretched arms
across the darkness
thunder sounds
from cloudless skies
shakes me to my core
and the silence that follows
frightens me much more

the waves are rising inside
I recall this place
fear is a cold stone within
my heart is racing
the memory coiled herein
it blooms where I stand

this was where you left me love
on this cruel spot
where beauty and terror meet
the air trembling
the pain of separation

there are no flowers
in this most spiritless place
just my broken heart
and the passing winter moon
soundlessly recall your face
© Ann Bagnall