…has surrendered

The day has surrendered
aching with the soft knowledge
that the ancient hand of time
with its thousand fold
mysterious ways

will weave the sweet night
with magic and gold
diamonds and darkness
and whispers and dread

the soft silent moon
gently bathes the sea in silver
transforming the lazuline surface
to a sparkling black chalice
of crystalline tears

day upon day
ever revealing
ever concealing
© Ann Bagnall