The Centuries Of Seconds

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.

Image © Ann Bagnall 2018

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