…of sorrow

Shadowed thoughts
circle slowly in my dreams
strangely at odds
wth the lingering scent
of lavender and roses
a soft perfumed haunting
a fragrant possession

I seek the cobwebbed corners
and the dark places
where the ghost of you
can’t find me
but still….
I hear your whispers
and still….
these memories stalk me

your echoes
are endlessly circling me
and swimming
in the marrow of my bones
I am drifting further
into the realms of darkness
where the souls of the lost
are shifting
restless in the shadows

I am searching for light
in this desolate place
where the whispers are soft
as the slow beating wings
of floating butterflies
barely audible
yet resonating
in every nearby heart

a symphony of sorrow
that only the lost can hear
the sad hymns of the broken
and in my loss
and my misery
you are ever out of reach
as invisible as a raven
against an ebony sky
© Ann Bagnall