…of all that is lost

The endless swell of sorrow, a crestless wave
my heart is heavy as I watch you leave
in the lilting ocean of all that is lost
silence stabs at my soul like a knife
for though we have parted over and over
always returning, as a river to a stream
the distance between us is now too far
and what is done cannot be undone
the hourglass tilts as time stops for me
ever shifting, my dreams are drifting
and the wind whispers her secrets
into the vastness of the echoing void
in the darkness I struggle to find the light
but it is lost in a place I can no longer reach
now mourning shadows are circling me
the endless swell of sorrow, a crestless wave
© Ann Bagnall