…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