…is a disguise

Colours are shifting
in the night
in ever continuous motion
darkness is beckoning
from the deep wells
of the heart
the declivity of dreaming

desperate desires
depths that were always
beyond comprehension
are now detached
from reality
discordant notes
slowly drifting

longing
is a creature with wings
that carry it
from the deep fathomless
depths of memory
a serpent
resplendent
in coils of green
luminous
in even the softest light

and I am drenched
and drowning
as it drains me of everything
bleeding me dry
drop after drop after drop
tears fall from my eyes
holding on to all your lies
love is a disguise
© Ann Bagnall