…the dark wounds of love

Lingering, you fill my dreams
the dark wounds of love
violets grow in the shadows
I know your sweet touch
melancholy speaks to me
each night your shadow taps the pane
and an unearthly light
cloaks the colours of day
it paints the aching dawn, softly rose
breathes fire into the darkness
and awakens the day
with languorous caresses
I feel your sweet touch
as the wind tangles my hair
in the warm spring rain
and when winter chills my cheeks
wakes me from slumber
and marks the path back for me
loneliness whispers quietly
reaches deep inside my soul
and once again renders me hollow
I stand close to you in this inward mirror
all the things that made me need
are melting, melting away
and in this hour of shadows
emptiness fills me to overflowing
you were always my yearning
your soul I breathed with every breath
now broken again, the things unsaid
still whisper in the darkness to me
I still long for your touch
and time does not take you from me
©Ann Bagnall