The Centuries of Seconds
Open yourself to the dark
Speak to the shadows
How soothing the night air
In softened splendour floats
The sobbing winds
Things so familiar
The unending masquerade
Nocturnal sighs
A shower of stars
Slowly melting
Silvered rivulets
Rippling melodies
Show you the silence
Fell you with their tenderness
Carry you to the depths
With matchless grace
And in the centuries of seconds
You fall weightlessly
Against the window of eternity
© Ann Bagnall 2012.
