An unexpected revelation, sudden syncopation
our once perfect notes now tragically out of tune
and I am slowly drowning in the dark
these endless days of melancholy
time seems like winter, pale and cold
and still, absolutely still
in the pale hues of morning
I feel like a whisper, silent, gone unnoticed
my dreams are fleeing like butterflies from a storm
their soft wings silently beating
keeping time with my heart
circling in the final shadows of the night
slowly bleeding into the dawning
and drifting away like a sigh
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 