My beloved, you echo
in the chambers of my heart
like the mournful song
of a nightingale
you are an endless
seductive whisper, in my soul
a cherry blossom shadow
that shudders and trembles
like a chill from a passing breeze
or the wings of a winter butterfly
brushing dreamlike
against my cheek
stirring colours in the void
yet leaving no impression
in your wake
© Ann Bagnall
2015
Annie's Poetry 