…of surrender

Once again it is morning, the endless cycle
and I am aching with the reminders of distant affections
sighing for the return of long buried feelings
eternity is burning with the sorrow of oft recalled loss
as the sunrise withdraws from me its ancient knowledge
now the waxen lily, and I, are quietly lingering
languishing in shaded pools
on the brink of pearlescent rapture
and jasmine is weeping, it’s soft fragrance drifting all around
begging answers of history’s questions
I am all alone here as my heart breaks
with the knowledge that constantly echoes in the depths of my soul
and the sad songs of surrender
and now, finally the slow rising moon
is calling me back to the waiting dark
© Ann Bagnall