…whispers to me

Leaves gracefully floating
downward like a trail of tears
the lonely cry
of a distant bird echoes
through mournful skies
filling the emptiness

night has fallen
all around me like a veil
images and illusions
a moment in time
a beautiful subtle song

the language of dreams
whispers to me
in the stillness of night
I am transported to a place
where my heart flies free

in this realm of slumber
I am untethered
and unburdened
from the weight of reality
my soul released

billowing magic
a dance of seven veils
across a starlit sky
the language of my heart
the key to my soul

floating in silence
enveloped in fragrant mists
my dreams whisper
drifting slowly by
in the moonlight
© Ann Bagnall 2012