…a night blooming flower

Why does the sun still rise?
for her soft rays no longer comfort me
and your indigo still colours my sky
why does the wind still blow?
for her sweet song is lost to me
and your echoes still fill my sky
why does the moon still shine?
for her light is not for me
and your darkness is my sky
I am now a night blooming flower
revelling in my dark ebony domain
surrounded by the whispers
of the oceans of darkness
and the creatures of night
that cannot compete with the glorious sight
of my soft ivory petals
that rival the light of the shimmering moon
or my nocturnal waltz with the wandering wind
and the ghost of you
that lingers in this desolate place
where I feel your touch
slipping into the palm of my hand
a constant reminder
of why it is the light that I cannot face
© Ann Bagnall