…just out of my reach

In the deep labyrinth of night the birds are weeping
and in my broken heart, dark flowers of loss bloom
their sweet cloying scent carries to me on the breeze
underneath these stars, in this quiet place
where we once met and whispered our secrets
I ask the moon for answers, but she remains silent
her face shrouded in clouds
I search my heart for our memories
but only echoes come back to me
fading into the void of emptiness
perhaps they are meant to be lost
so I can find the light in me
I wander in dreams, seeking the hue I am missing
that spark that was you
as I wander I see, a butterfly resting in fallen petals
slowly beating her soft wings
and the sound echoes in my soul
memories are drifting, floating just out of my reach
and I hear a sighing carried on the softest breeze
but time won’t bring you back to me
© Ann Bagnall