The moon casts down patterns
into the blooming night
the paths of shadows
flowing soft as silk
slow dancing in the sighing wind
but reflections of darkness
are all that I see
in the ripples of regret
across sorrow’s sea
memories are mirrors
also reflecting
the boundless loneliness
of my heart and soul
I am slowly drowning
in an ocean of grief
and there is a heaviness
falling gently in the silence
where melancholy falls on me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 