…of yearning

The moon casts down patterns into the night
paths of shadows, flowing soft as silk
reflections of night frost, slow dancing in the sighing wind
there is a heaviness and cooling mists
falling gently upon the silence
the night is an ocean, an illusion
empty, yet overflowing with dreams
on this black velvet sea
each wave crests higher than the last
fading gently into the endless silence
the darkness is alight with the vivid blooms of yearning
the fragrance of roses sweeps over me
my eyes mirror a million stars
held closely in the shelter of night
ever aching, gently breathing in the silence
the hours are fading as sleep remains evasive
ageless splendour held within the heart of stars
in these underlying currents, I am following the tide
through the ever present stillness of ages
and I am gently surrounded, enveloped, by the silence
there is a shadow with no end, a shapeless form
a sudden touch of winter chill
runs through the empty spaces of my heart
I hear an echo in my soul
and I feel it resting gently over all
the silence and the shadows here are deeper
yet the moonlight keeps falling softly
there is a drop of night rain
and an emptiness beckoning like truth
so gently the darkness consumes, like the silence
a heart too long broken, now afloat on peaceful seas
the wind through the trees, just a whisper
chimes are adrift on a trailing wind
and the sky reveals her same stars, as always
gently overwhelming the silence
© Ann Bagnall
2013