…of darkness

Drifting on the rolling waves of sleep
I see your familiar shadow upon the swell
restless memories, roaming in the tenuous darkness
gentle whispers of regret, softly echoing in the night
in this place of dreams, my thoughts carry a heavier weight
yet are still fragile and lacking in substance
the past and the present intertwine and time becomes timeless
clouds and mist cover the stars
but their reflections linger, in my memories
unseen, but still shimmering, in an imaginary sea of ebony
just as you, my love, are out of reach
and helpless, I am still drawn to the echoes of your soul
like a butterfly to the petals
a single tear rolls down my cheek, falling silently into the abyss
as again I watch your face, fading ever so slowly away
and only your ripples remain
I am drifting away on gentle waves of melancholy
and as dawn breaks through, you are gone again
so I linger here alone
awaiting the return of darkness
waiting for that moment when my heart fills with light
as I hear your whispers softly returning
in the liquid blue of midnight
© Ann Bagnall