…of my sorrow

A pale ghost whispers from weeping falls
it has a secret to tell
from the shadows, a song of ice, both dark and light
but still my heart knows only one refrain
the anomalous broken shards of us
repeating over and over again and again
grasses sigh and sing in the gentle wind
the pain of parting is drowning me
like a wild river running through my heart
your shallow depths I could never see
and it is the shifting shadows of night
that are now slowly drowning me
they ebb and flow in the tides of night
now I belong to the aching sea
and she is gently comforting me
as the weight of the years fall heavily on me
the constant ache of my loss
forever burns with its own devotion
the ache in my soul guides me through doors
that I once sealed shut
echoes of us clinging to every corner
they light my way through this labyrinth
built brick upon brick from my sorrow
and always leads to the same place
the last place that I ever saw you
I loved and I lost, over and over
yet still my heart pens my words
drawing from my empty wells
and in the soft shafts of moonlight
I still carry a bright light for you
and I trace the dark ink of my sorrow
with my trembling fingers
© Ann Bagnall