…shifting in darkness

Weightless and trembling, butterflies of hope spread their wings
unaware of their brevity and their fragility
as the sun gently sets on all that I hold dear
as they break apart and drift away, the light in my eyes is now drowning
in these dark waters where siren songs once filled the air
I am now standing at the dark edges on the very brink of understanding
just steps away from the truth
my arms outstretched I turn away, away from this new reality
dangerously close to awakening I hear the sounding drums
at first distant and soft, each beat baring another piece of my soul
in my heart I feel the vibrations
it is the beginning of the end, the walls are finally falling
reality circles illusion, like a predator does its prey
as birds cry into the howling wind and shadows play, shifting in darkness
their shades of black just a shimmer captured in the moonlight
barely distinguishable from the negative space of the never-ending night
calling hollow in the darkness, memories sing a song of ice
cold and pale in their final demise
for a brief moment in my heart, regret flutters and a breeze caresses the trees
alone with my shadow, I take my leave
© Ann Bagnall