…of eternity

Always beyond
the call of sleep
a twilight cathedral
an ancient tapestry
through all
the stained-glass years

a stroke of crimson
at the heart of the rose
tiny dispossessed stars
spiralling down
in the night time sky

dew falls
in a silent shower
diffuses the light
into countless reflections
lost in the magic

opening like flowers
midnight blossoms
falling into the dawn
shimmers of mystery

through endless
parting veils
slivers of eternity
cascade down
into the mirror of silence
© Ann Bagnall
2012