…night after empty night

Above mountains vales and deep blue seas
a bell tolls, reverberating in an ever-diminishing circle
that reflects my melancholy
even the shadows of the highest peaks tremble at the tones
as each desperate chime, echoes like the sighs of the sky
the shadows cast down from the mountaintop
fall heavily upon me, yet still I am weightless
and drifting, without you
as I whisper my wishes to the falling night
the fragile wings of hope are still wildly beating
but the bell still tolls and the winds of separation
whisper my sorrows to the moon
whose every oscillation
night after empty night
is turning the pages
© Ann Bagnall