Choka – Dreams (There Comes the Sound of The Bell)
A silent spring wood
A place well hidden from all
A leaf chased by wind
A cloud of sparrows startle
Still a peace remains
The dream is quiet for now
A slow drifting boat
Barely raising a ripple
The sun sinking low
Throwing down long dark shadows
Then from the distance
There comes the sound of the bell
As the dream stretches
Effortlessly rolls over
Reveals a dark face
Fear rides in on a cold wind
The bell seems closer
I cannot awaken yet
I cannot recall
And I do not wish to know
I dread the quiet
Yet I pull it close to me
Thirsting for silence
I die a little more inside
And strain to hear the bell toll
© Ann Bagnall 2016