…into a desolate wind

My days follow my nights
a shadow is thrown
a precious moment lost to clouds
the sky fades from blue to grey
and a gentle rain falls within
everything is changing colour
my nights pass without emotion
across the still and shimmering sky
an achingly silver moon, adrift, as if in open seas
an inspiration to the darkness
it seems now but a vacant space
your silence is unexplained
like an old scar that continues to ache
hours seem to pass so slowly
this darkness travels afar, like a blanket of ash
our song now floats upon the breeze
playing in the darkest shadows of my weeping heart
there is the scent of wild violet
and my tears fall as heavy as pearls
like secrets whispered into a desolate wind
© Ann Bagnall  
2014