…in her soft refrain

In the velvet night a melancholy moon
looks on from on high, spilling her silver
the wind in the trees, lonely, sings like rain
I sense there is sorrow in her soft refrain
for I know sorrow and her shifting tides
you can always find me there, unfathomably deep
lost in the waters of my broken dreams
with no-one to catch me as I am falling
slowly and softly, darkly, into myself
the wind shakes the canopy of brittle leaves
weeping in desolation, as they fall to rest
through the window of my soul
my memories are slowly floating
your sweet words deeply etched upon my soul
love and leaves cast upon the heavens
leaving only the whispers of memories
my broken heart spills crimson into the night
the lady moon is distant, yet eternally present
I hear your voice calling from the arches of heaven
but then the wind comes and carries your voice away
and I am alone, broken again
missing the sound of your beating heart
I answer the persistent call of loss
and surrender to its’ cold embrace
© Ann Bagnall