…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
there is finally
an emptiness
where I
can find myself
© Ann Bagnall