The moonlight tonight
carries both light
and melancholy
a pale witness to endings
the night flowers awakening
their shadows shifting
as if they too, are caught
between the here and then
songs of departing souls
unfurling across the sky
soft, gentle notes
like moths brushing my skin
sorrow with wings
and in the shadows
there is the melancholy hush
of lost souls, slipping away
through unseen doors
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 