…sighs silver

The windless ocean shifts and sighs
driftwood soaked and dripping
the moon stark across the dark sky
dragging her cold veils
cradled in the evening hush
she sales on high, the queen of the night
I hear a silence upon the wind
drowning out the sighing trees
it speaks of lost dreams and memories
and all the things that haunt me
and one by one I hear them passing me
my heart trembling with the trees
the moon sighs silver, revealing only one set of footprints
another day vanquished, silence engulfs everything
yet I still hear you breathing
and see stars falling like summer rain
and if I close my eyes they rise from burning ashes
and I can see them again
the pale ghosts of us still blooming
in the soft shadows of loss
sorrow breathing softly
to the tune of your heart, a song of ice
filling the cold windows, the dark mirrors
and the deep wells of my heart
© Ann Bagnall