…on the cresting sea

The lapping of waves at my feet
a broken image of the moon on water
the blossoms in ruins
my dreams remain unspoken
through long still nights
there is a lonely longing that I cannot name
all is now lost and covenant broken
the things of love and beauty
now all but memories
I am wistfulness and I am melancholy
another night approaches on swift silent wings
and I am just drifting on the cresting sea
hovering on a whisper
and riding on lengthening shadows
and once again nothing has changed
I reach out for you and touch loneliness
in the darkness and in the languishing years
there is nothing but the silence of tears
ever falling, from my eyes
© Ann Bagnall
2014