…and then I dream

Ancient whispers floating 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
they take my breath away
and then I dream
© Ann Bagnall
2014