…is calling my name

Under an ivory moon, night falls in such beauty
the release of morning, still many hours away
flowing in upon the breeze, a sad song of endings
for a moment I think, I see your ghostly form
lost in melancholy, it sets me weeping
but it is only the mist and sorrow falls on me
two fragile leaves tumbling together
against the pull of a relentless wind
I stand in the darkening and follow their journey
those two fragile leaves, for the longest of times
the night is weaving, a web of shadows
and dreams are still clinging to promises
I am trembling like petals in winter winds
fading like a leaf deprived of rain
feeling my heart curling at the edges
glimpses of the beginning of endings
soft ribbons of midnight, swirl gently around me
and now the moon is calling my name
© Ann Bagnall