…and echoes on the breeze

The dark wounds of love
you linger long my love
in the corners of my heart
and dark wells of my soul
in the corridors of night
I walk the endless halls of sorrow
where the ghost of you still whispers
the
deep
abyss
of silence
the shallow waters
where my melancholy finds me
from shadows only I can see
desire calls to me
unwinding
sorrow
and
pain
memories are mirrors
reflecting a boundless loneliness
and an ocean of grief
they have taken the stars from me
and those ever-burning candles
becoming cathedrals in my mind
their last flames wither in the wind
leaving only shadows
and echoes on the breeze
the moon beckons to me
and the soft waves of silence
are quietly drowning me
© Ann Bagnall