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).
Lovely poem!
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Thank you Carol!
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sweet and lovely poem!
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Thank you!
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It’s truly a heavenly poem.
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