…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