Days upon days
in the arms of the desert
as it shimmers in the sun
it’s mirrored surfaces
and skies the colour of lead
promise yet another storm
the timeless plains and dunes
are parched and dry
the day is fading
whispering secrets and mysteries
forever perpetuated in the sands
endlessly reflecting
their ever-changing hues
transitioning to the infinite
vast and time worn worlds
of ancient spirits
an early risen crescent
is gracefully gliding
on scattering clouds
in the pale wash of moonlight
shifting sands, drifting sands
a tidal wave of evening
whose billowing waves
cannot drown me
but drench my aching soul
clouds wash up to the edge
and spill back towards me
the shadows, with feline stealth
slowly increase in length
the first stars of night appearing
their stellar spirals will outlast today
scattered in the timeless heavens
every detail perfectly defined
stirs the heart
the many shades of reality
now vanquished with little remorse
by a thundering silence
that engulfs everything
and penetrates everywhere
and echoing unanswered
I hear the sound of breathing
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 