…that you were

Your voice is silent tonight, but your essence still clings to me
I yearn to fill the emptiness, time is drifting by
I have lost count of the hours and the clock keeps on ticking
memories engulf me, like fragrant flowers
that never seem to fade with the passing of years, they flow like silk
the music that you were, I hear it in the moon as it dances on the lake
the song that you were, is rolling off my tongue
my memories like leaves, rustle in the wind
and I am ever searching to find a way, to let the days rewind
so I can fly with you just one more day, above the ties that bind
yet still my waiting heart hears that well familiar clock
its endless ticking running through the years
like the sands through the hourglass
and my ever-present tears
© Ann Bagnall