The Quiet Water Of Dreams

Each time I close my eyes

In this place of many shadows

My thoughts flow free

Like a warm morning breeze

Upon a shoreless sea

Trailing a wake of silken cloud astern

I can fly wherever I please

The stirring of sleepy serpents

Swim in the satin below

While the gentle winds play

Upon the quiet water of dreams

Whispers of my own creation

In their ever-changing themes

Appear to crystallise

Out of the unseen void

A kaleidoscope

Of hidden love and desires

Here I can capture those words

I cannot speak out loud

The nights of velvet

Flowing in my mind

Filling the recesses of my mind

Before the room takes shape

And they are gone

Like a faint memory

Nought but far away

Half-remembered dreams

Lingering in the shadows of the day

© Ann Bagnall 2015 (Revised 2019).