The Velvet Night


The Velvet Night

Memories of water

Lapping darkly

Against the sand

Where the sea

Touches the sky

In the velvet night

And a melancholy moon

Looks on from on high

Spilling her silver

Painting pictures

Exquisitely

The wind in the trees

Lonely

Sings like rain

I sense

There is sorrow

In her soft refrain

The night

Conspiratorial

Whispers low and close

Sharing secrets

That belong only

To me

© Ann Bagnall 2016.

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