…by eternal threads

Finally broken,nothing left to lose
here I stand, a barren tree ankle deep in the wreckage
my blossoms scattered upon the four winds
my leaves crumbling, colours fading
all that I loved, forever lost
this life is a treacherous journey
a winding road where the landscape is ever shifting
down dales and up hills
where time relentless in its mission
turns even mountains into dust
the crumbled remains, feather light and vulnerable
enjoy one last flight, one last foray under the sky
before returning to the earth
here I stand in the fathomless darkness
my naked soul trembling
sorrowful night winds serenade me from the shadows
the moon rises in shimmering silence
her translucent veils gentle and warm, circling my branches
the distance between us, fading in the moment
now the clock is calling, ticking louder
the moon hides her face
but I cannot hide my tears
just two lonely souls reaching across the void
an unspoken connection
seconds now feel like years
we are bound by eternal threads
and our leaves will always return to the root of the tree
© Ann Bagnall