…of endless night

You were only mine within a waking dream
woven strand by silver strand by the ever-watchful moon
there is a place in our souls, where our love resides
forever bound and time and distance can never break the ties
for we are interwoven, intertwined
if not in body but in mind, a union forged long ago
a love that transcends all barriers
the nexus of loss and love
ever connected by darkness and light
and we were like the blossoms of endless night
that kissed and flew apart to fly as if on broken wings
and then, crushed by shadows, it was our time to fall
the ashes of us scattered across meadows
quietly fading like whispers in the grass
© Ann Bagnall