…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