…wild and unpredictable

The rising day stirs up the fires inside of me
meandering illusions roaming free in my imagination
poetry of passion and desire
stars melting away into rose petal seas
orchids run free amidst forests
wild and unpredictable
a red rose dwells upon on velvet thoughts
trailing jasmine toys with heady memories
the silent witness of the water lilies
here falls no light
yet they grow in the forest forever
within and without they sway and sleep
amongst the Gods
walking though oblivion, deluded by dreams
their faces glow in the darkness
and their voices whisper
ever softly, to me
© Ann Bagnall