…my broken soul cries

Cascading oceans, of midnight and moon
in the drowsy depths, of soft shadowed skies
where the doves whistle, and the roses bloom
my soul, unbound and weightless, gently sighs
the soft song of the night, drifting like perfume
lost in the darkness, the vast ocean cries
night drowning, in the tears the ocean cries
shadows creeping slowly, over the moon
the air, darkly woven, with your perfume
the fragrance of flowers, fills empty skies
nightingale’s song drifting, the darkness sighs
in the shadows, my flowers, cease to bloom
suddenly, ripples, out of nowhere bloom
lost in his despair, the nightingale cries
waves of darkness, breaking over the moon
in the distance, the aching ocean sighs
time moves slowly, beneath our twilight skies
sweet memories, a lingering perfume
your last song, drifting to me, like perfume
in the darkness, sorrow’s endless waves, bloom
your echoes, soundlessly, filling the skies
the moon is my mirror, tonight it cries
white, in the shadows, the face of the moon
the symphony of night, retreats to sighs
sorrow drifts in, on murmurs and sighs
the flowers are gone, but not their perfume
I face my shadows, under a dark moon
where black flowers, of melancholy, bloom
lost in the mirror, my reflection cries
pain, throwing dark shadows, into my skies
echoes of you, keep me searching, these skies
and the darkness and I, hear the night’s sighs
drifting in your wake, my broken soul cries
there are no longer colours, nor perfume
only the flowers of sorrow, now bloom
I feel the darkness, reaching for the moon
the nightingale’s cries, drift in mourning skies
petals and perfume, drown in sorrow’s sighs
clouds hide the moon, flowers of darkness bloom
© Ann Bagnall