…and then I dream

Ancient whispers
float freely upon the wind
in this single moment
the tide tugs unseen
and then I dream

endless time
in its simplicity
it is colder suddenly
the waning half-moon fades
and something calls
soothing
to a troubled soul

there is a glimpse
of indescribable beauty
it reflects the wishes
of my quiet heart
for this dream
demands no less
than those things
I kept only for myself
moving things
breathing things

the fireflies are whispering
the secrets of the moon are close
and then the winds come
come to me in waves
take my breath away
and then I dream
© Ann Bagnall
2014