…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