…where sad winds sing

My heart aches , bleeding indigo and violet
into the fathomless depths of my devastation
into the emptiness , the dark hues of sorrows’ void
where the serenity of silence is the only solace
the only thing keeping me from drowning
from drowning in my oceans my oceans of memories
the images that haunt me, that linger behind closed eyes
endlessly shifting in silhouette, weightless reflections
relentlessly circling, searching for a place to rest
their silent cries ripple across the surface of my soul
just as the wind ripples across the face of the moon
reflected upon the surface of a calm sea
creating beautiful chaos
in the fallow fields of all our yesterdays
these sacred spaces, where sad winds sing
where memories murmur in relentless repetition
where the tides of sorrow rise and fall and rise again
where the sweet scent of roses and salt
from an unseen sea carry you back to me
brief moments of light where your whispers fill my heart
until once more the void calls to me
its song the only sound and the only thing that I can see
rose petals withering fading to grey upon the cold ground
© Ann Bagnall