From deep within the empty caverns
of my broken heart
I hear the siren call of darkness
her haunting song
whispering like waterfalls
hushed and beautiful
across the black seas of night
the wistful call of a nightingale
in rising cadence, fills the sky
echoing in my tortured soul
where the moon beckons to me
her soft serenade carries me away
like an empty boat upon a gentle sea
the waves comfort me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 