Midnight is dripping
with jewelled threads
and veils of moonlight
shimmering
a flowing white twilight
whispering to the silence
a gentle wind silently weaving
this dream is distant
and there is a strangeness
in the light and shade
and even as I watch
it is slowly fading
like an echo at the edges
© Ann Bagnall

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