Half Past Midnight


Half Past Midnight

Windless

Yet there is still the silent song of the leaves

As evening slowly fades into night

A backdrop of stars

Like dew on cobwebs shaken free

A blissful reverie of colourful dreams

Fragrance drips

The night is vast and boundless

The flicker of lightning in the distance

The moon, its’ ghostly white

Paled upon dark lawn

Shadows huddle

Take imperfections away

There is a quiet source

Of every thought

And no distraction at all

Half past midnight

A place to gather my dreams

A darkness that stretches miles

And keeps moving

Works upon ones’ mind

Thoughts of deeper things

And silver whispers

Creep across the clouds

© Ann Bagnall  2013.

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