…of us

Under a black moon
detached from the night
he comes to me
like a familiar fragrance
or a song sailing on the wind

the discordant notes
of love and loss
such a sorrowful song
inflicting such beautiful pain
his ghost never rests

his whispers awaken
in my soul
but my heart
broken and bleeding
cannot bear the sweet refrain

I ache for the shadows
and search for the rain
to drown the source of my pain
until the echoes
retreat once more

into the depths of my soul
the lost petals of us
falling
back into darkness
in soft, silent cascades
© Ann Bagnall