Beyond the glassy surface
of this unquiet night
the obsidian darkness
is slowly circling
in an achingly deep
and painfully white silence
the softest moonlight
falls upon me
and in the anomalous
reflections of emptiness
I am drowning in the indigo
and drifting in pain
shadows are shifting
sighing melancholy
promises are broken
yet memories still linger
the stars are whispering
as hearts are shattered
but under your bridge
still lies my river
and like the gentle touch
of moonlight
emotional alchemy
you still flow to me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 