…and graceful shadows

A brief moment of possibilities
night drenched in the bright white of moonlight
where soon we will both be drowning
gently cradled in the hush
where darkness, still unseen, is ever so softly falling
now intertwined, our shadows
dancing like leaves in a gentle breeze
first blush of twilight, the sky achingly aglow
a slow, slow burning, quietly melting away
vanishing, like dreams vanish into the distant horizon
the heavy perfume of roses and sweet tones of magnolias
an incongruous dark, damp fragrance
endlessly dripping into the night
these ancient awakenings, an unspoken language
a pale moth, ghostly, floats aimlessly by
and in the light and graceful shadows
it seems as if it never was, as if it has ceased to be
in the distance the windless ocean shifts and sighs
and your eyes, your eyes, my heart soars
into the star filled skies
© Ann Bagnall
2014