…of nothing

Quiet, always clear and calm
the colour of nothing, asks for nothing
and is ever quickly spent
the heart completely forgotten
unwinding by degrees
empty whispers, promises long broken
each hour slowly turns anew
grief whispers from the shadows
underneath, restless waters flow
sometimes I remember a dream
hidden deep inside my soul
it brings back an ache, I can feel the thunder
and when it has passed, I am left sobbing
all the things that made me need, are melting
slowly melting softly away, into the night
like the rose melts into the spring
emptiness fills me
for you were always my yearning
and nothing, nothing remains the same
© Ann Bagnall