The candles were melting
ghostly and waxen
dripping drop after drop
forming rivers upon the floor
but we still we danced, oh how we danced
my dress made of red silk that spelled desire
our revelry fed by the hunger of lust
in the deepening shadows
we were drifting apart
like ashes upon a carrying wind
the silence was deafening
and when our dance was done
I stood just out of reach
my heart racing
you still lit the flame
but you vanished in the moment
and no-one remembered your name
now my dreams have faded to dust
the music plays on and I dance alone
with the echoes of a love that is lost
your promises still whispering in my ears
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 