My beloved, the beautiful song that you were
such joy you brought, raised me up from the depths
filled my empty heart, healed my broken soul
and coloured even the darkest of days
promises of forever from your lips to mine
in the manner of all things
could only ever have been transient at best
in the tendrils of time all things return to the stream
fading away into memory like morning frost in the sun
but the darkness still lingers deep inside of me
in my sorrow my heart seeks yours
over and over, returning alone
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 