…of my weary soul

Your eyes were dark and veiled and your silence
spoke volumes to me, as you took your final breath and vanished
into the ethers of time, now alone, I wander aimlessly
in these blistering sands of sorrow, this desolate place
of enigmatic beauty, the hushed realms, of words unspoken
the home of the hopelessly broken, where a distant sun, never sets
scorching the earth beneath my feet
the wild winds whisper my despair
a withered tree is calling to me, its’ blackened, twisted branches
starkly painted, against the sky, mirroring my sorrow and my pain
my ravens caw and endlessly circle, their dark wings trembling
casting shadows upon the ground, bearing witness
to my devastation, the guardians of my weary soul
they are never far from sight, their mournful cries
a soft caress, resonating deep within my heart
they sing of a love, forever lost and a longing, that ever lingers
fragments of shattered dreams, the heavy weight, of my regrets
these blistering sands of sorrow are on the path, that must be taken
in the mirror, reflections beckon, they must be seen and understood
for this is the essence of healing, the true fountain, of all hope
the churning, tumultuous surface, in time will become, mirror still
as still as a moonlit night, in which sorrows and regrets
still linger and whisper, but love, sings louder than pain
now my heart is suddenly lighter, my ravens still caw and circle
but despair is replaced with hope
waiting to be found in the shadows, even in the darkest of times
there is always, a glimmer of light, your echoes linger
and comfort me, like a soft breeze, caressing a wild sea
© Ann Bagnall