In the deep labyrinth of night the birds are weeping
and in my broken heart, the dark flowers of loss are blooming
their sweet cloying scent carries to me, upon the breeze
underneath these distant stars that mirror your bright eyes
in this quiet place, where we once met
where we whispered our secrets and promised the unreachable
I ask the moon for answers, but she remains painfully silent
her face faintly shrouded in clouds
in my melancholy, I search my heart for our memories
but only the echoes come back to me
slowly fading into the void of emptiness
and I wonder that perhaps they are meant to be lost
so I can find the light in me
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 