…midnight

Windless
yet there is still
the silent song of the leaves
as evening
slowly fades into night
a backdrop of stars
like dew on cobwebs
shaken free
a blissful reverie
of colourful dreams

fragrance drips
the night is vast
and boundless
a flicker of lightning
in the distance
the moon
is ghostly white
paled upon dark lawn
shadows huddle
take imperfections away

there is a quiet source
of every thought
and no distraction at all
half past midnight
a place to gather my dreams
a darkness
that stretches miles
and keeps moving

it works upon ones’ mind
thoughts
of deeper things
and silver whispers
creep across the clouds
© Ann Bagnall