…upon your lips

We met for the last time in a deep silence
in a night cloaked in robes softly woven in the falling dusk
you did not speak, there was no need
the soft light of the moon cast down its veils
brief glimmers of beauty in the falling darkness
all that was lost, illuminated
for mere seconds in the dark depths of our hearts
you left with secrets upon your lips
vanishing into the ethers of time
yet the most silent of whispers still linger
their echoes constantly returning
midnight is now is just a moment away
as close as the breeze upon my skin
I am now a traveller, a tree in the wind standing lifeless
now a wanderer between places
and a waterfall falls from my eyes
all that remains just a trace of a moon
and the dawn finds me with empty arms
my sorrow is singing to me
and your shadow still lingers
my soul feasting on the colours of darkness
where only your echoes remain
and in your deepest of dreams
I have slipped back into your heart and written my name
so now I can finally take back my heart
for here here is finally an emptiness
where I can find myself
© Ann Bagnall