The World Rearranges Itself

…in and out of chaos

Image courtesy of WallpaperFlare

Under watchful
trembling stars
in a fragile silence
the snow awaits
the rising of the moon
with silvered breath

lightning dances
through the trees
and thunder rolls away
all throughout
this never ending night
the wind whispers
and weeps

the world rearranges itself
in and out of chaos
it is cold here
in this place of shadows
yet there is the soft
warm scent
of dew and jasmine
and wet earth

from the tattered remnants
of time long passed
out of the dark mirrors
that we peer from
from the very depths of self

we hear the ancient words
echoing from beyond
hearts flicker
and finally
the winding path
will reach its destination

© Ann Bagnall

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