…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