The night is heavy with the scent of jasmine
its blossoms climbing in silence
crafting a fragrant masterpiece
in chaotic brushstrokes upon crumbling walls
and the heavy weight of loneliness
settles like winter upon my weeping soul
the shadows relentlessly chase the light
it seems like a lifetime since I last saw your face
since I felt the warmth of our embrace
I still think of you in the quiet hours
for my transcendence is now complete
and now the light chases the shadows
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 