…in and out of chaos

Under watchful trembling stars
in a fragile silence the snow awaits
the rising of the moon, with silvered breath
lightning dances through the trees and thunder rolls away
all throughout this never ending night
the wind whispers and weeps
the world rearranges itself in and out of chaos
it is cold here in this place of shadows
yet there is the soft warm scent of dew and jasmine and wet earth
from the tattered remnants of time long passed
out of the dark mirrors that we peer from
from the very depths of self
we hear the ancient words echoing from beyond
hearts flicker and finally the winding path
will reach its destination
© Ann Bagnall