…I cannot wash away

Painted in colours I cannot wash away
in the trembling darkness
I hear you sigh
the weeping trees
dancing in soft silhouette
I watch as the birds take to the open sky
branches are shivering
and leaves shifting yet still clinging
far from this gilded cage, my soul longs to fly
melancholy memories the seasons bring
we were once waves
breaking on our own shadows
in the star sprinkled darkness
your heart still sings
the moon weaves her soft tapestry of sorrows
painted in colours I cannot wash away
© Ann Bagnall