…on the edge of a dream

Walk with me through paths unseen before
through untrodden passages
here, where no-one ever stays, close to my heart
upon the fringes of the day, on the edge of a dream
closer than a memory, softer than a kiss in sleep
so near to heaven, breathe in the stillness
I am the pulsing tide and sweet, impossible dreams
I am the sudden, soft breeze in the breath of twilight
where sunlight spills beyond weeping clouds
I am the secret thoughts of the heart
and the seconds between the lightning
the whispers of morning and the lingering blossoms of spring
I am the open book that longs to be read
I am the soul that aches to be touched
and this you have always known, since the beginning
© Ann Bagnall
2014