…this place of many shadows

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
swimming in the satin below
where gentle winds play 
in the quiet waters 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 velvet nights 
flow like rivers in my mind
filling the deep recesses of my soul

the room takes shape
and they are gone
like a faint memory
now nothing but far away
half-remembered dreams
lingering 
in the shadows 
of the day

© Ann Bagnall