…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
as the wild wind whispers 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