I am longing for the lost hours
for all the things I cannot name
a lifetime of memories
lost in a deep well of emptiness
beneath this moonlit path
the fragrance of night flowers
drifting in the shadowy depths
I am just a breath away from ecstasy
from remembering all I have lost
but as always, the things of the past
die a thousand deaths in the empty dark
cold and lifeless as last night’s ashes
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 