A Night Time Garden


A Night Time Garden

In the night

Time is an illusion

Its beginning and end

Dark and dreamless

But what is hidden

At the centre

Is a journey

Like wading deeper and deeper

Into a field of flowers

A nighttime garden

Formed of countless blooms

A sleepy fragrance

That rises slowly in the quiet hours

And without warning

Crashes through the wall of sleep

Dreams, blossoming

Out of the black ice of night

And you surrender

To the river of possibilities

The things left behind

The things sought

And yet to be found

In this timeless place

They flow ceaselessly

Flooding out in silence

But like the coldness

Of betrayal

They dance

Like distant memories

Scattered and haunting

And slowly fade

Like spring blossoms

In the harsh and unforgiving

Light of day

© Ann Bagnall 2015.

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