…of light

Dominion of night
shrouded in the diaphanous cloak
of the moon
night’s sentinel watching all
as it waxes and wanes
a silent witness
soothsayer to the troubled soul

shadows deep
in varied tones of darkness
raven black
obsidian pitch
ebony onyx
all encompassed
in the velvet veil of night
yet helpless to extinguish
the embers of the stars

restless spirits roam
unbound and free
burning butterflies of light
in endless flight
haunting the minds and souls
of the sleepless
whispering secrets once lost
in the passages of time
the echoes of forgotten love
slipping through the cusp of dawn

in the dark
we are stripped bare
our true selves revealed
without disguise
vulnerable yet powerful
embracing our primal instincts
finding solace in the night
veiled from the day
all secrets unfold

passion’s rapture
shrouded in mystery
hidden desires
searching for a voice
where shadows dance
revelling in the dominion
of darkness
before the day breaks
and we once again
don our masks
© Ann Bagnall