…in the dark recesses of my soul

Each time
I close my eyes
in this place
of many shadows
my thoughts flow free
like a warm morning breeze
upon a shoreless sea
trailing a wake 
of silken clouds astern
I can fly
wherever I please

the stirring
of sleepy serpents
swimming
in the satin below
where gentle winds play 
in the quiet waters
of dreams
whispers
of my own creation
in their ever-changing themes
appear to crystallise
out of the unseen void

a kaleidoscope
of hidden love
and desires
here I can capture
those forbidden words
that I cannot speak
out loud
those velvet nights 
that flow like rivers
in my mind
forever hidden deep
in the dark recesses
of my soul

suddenly
the room takes shape
and they are gone
like a faint memory
now faded to nothing
but far away
half-remembered dreams
ever lingering 
in the shadows 
of the day
© Ann Bagnall