…across a midnight moon

Aimlessly wandering
through cold
empty rooms
once filled with love
tracing my fingertips
across familiar walls
haunted
by memories of you

the sweet scented breath
of jasmine
lingers upon my skin
and I still taste you
on my lips
in my sorrow
my heart
secretly gathers blossoms
in the silent gardens
of night

but they wither
and die in the light
for the emptiness
cannot be filled
and the void
is vast and endless
darkness is beckoning
from that distant place
I feel my heart
now broken
still beating in time
with yours

the echoes are calling
in the soft whispers
of night
shadows
are gathering
across a midnight moon
dark veils
are falling
and in the moment
I know
that I cannot
find my way back
© Ann Bagnall