…my reflection cries

Lost in the mirror, my reflection cries
the darkness is falling
sad serenades are flowing like rivers
I can see the lies, reflected in your eyes
in the moment, I try to look to tomorrow
in the cascading oceans
of midnight and moonlight
the nightingale and I
sing our sorrows, to the distant sky
sweet memories still linger like perfume
and the night sings in deep melancholy
beneath fallen leaves, flowers cease to bloom
grief holds me close
under soft feathered wings
the watchful moon slowly fading
in the dimming sky
I hear the ocean calling to me upon the wind
as the night retreats in a symphony of sighs
and lost in the mirror, my reflection cries
© Ann Bagnall