…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
it 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