…and memories

In the hush
between midnight
and memories
moonlight spills
the music of the wind
is endlessly circling
in sorrowful whispers
and long stretches of silence
as the night flowers
tremble, half-awake
their shadows shifting
in unquiet dreams

petals are folding
into themselves
cradling the secrets
that only the darkness knows
the songs of lost souls
whispering from afar
soft as breath upon a mirror
in a silence that sends shivers
through my soul
as the moonlight
breaks over me

in this quiet beauty
the soft songs
of my longing
leave me feeling alone
I have been abandoned
at the edge of a dream
with no way forward
and no way back
as the onyx walls of darkness
are watching me
through the paper-thin veil
that forever separates us
from what we have lost

like the petals, I flicker
in and out of being
and I listen for the hush
between notes, the quiet
beneath the quiet
shadows still shifting
beneath my feet
and in the wind
I hear them
those lost souls
their melancholy songs
threaded through night
an achingly beautiful
soft serenade

so I walk the paths
where fragrance drifts
and my endless grief
becomes entangled
with the ivy and the thorns
just like me, the moon
is wearing a mask
of melancholy
the flowers are sighing
and the night weeps
and wherever you are
I know that you
will come to me soon
© Ann Bagnall