…but also never found

Where the branches hang low under a darkening sky
the shadows are bleeding into the oncoming night
the fleeting moments between the last glimpses of light
and the rising of the moon
where the soft sighs of unseen souls still linger
a symphony of sorrow
awaiting the gentle caress of the softly veiled night
for the brief seconds of connection
that breach the loneliness
of their existence in the in between
as the twilight fades the sky surrenders its blushing hues
to the waiting darkness, the wind is heavy with secrets
whispering of things now lost and souls now drifted apart
in the space between heartbeats the echoes hold their breath
shadows are slow dancing, silent as the autumn leaves
falling into the deepening dusk
weaving a tapestry of longing and regret
their melancholy notes
are trembling like a flame in a gentle breeze
or the wings of a moth inevitably drawn to the light
stars sparkle in the velvet dark, but they offer no solace
for in this dark realm the shadows bleed into the corners of night
and the heartbeats of the forgotten still linger
the moon rises casting her cold gaze
over the mourning earth, where souls are drifting
clinging to the edges of an empty place
that no longer remembers
where time flows like a river through stone
currents swift and unforgiving
these shadowed souls
are caught between what was and what might have been
lingering in an endless ‘now’
where nothing is ever forgotten
suspended on the precipice of their own oblivion
their sighs intertwined with the wind
their tears falling with the rain
yet their songs still rise into the ethers of time
never lost, but also, never found
© Ann Bagnall