Night (The Centuries Of Seconds)

Nocturnal sighs

A shower of stars

Slowly melting

Into silvered rivulets

And rippling melodies

These familiar things

Show me the silence

Fell me with their tenderness

Carry me to the depths

And with matchless grace

In the centuries of seconds

I fall weightlessly

Against the windows

Of eternity

© Ann Bagnall

Image © Ann Bagnall

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