…meet moonlight

Where shadows meet moonlight and time forgets to tick
where the wind only speaks in symbols
where the whispers of forgotten gods are circling like butterflies
there is an unbinding of soul from skin
the serpents slither silent and unseen
carrying riddles in their hissing coils
an ancient owl watches on in silence from its perch high above
his wings constantly rustling and whispering prophecies
a sudden silence falls, bleeding away into the dark corners
and the last fragile slivers of light
until nothing remains, no sight, no sound
only vague memories, lingering like pain
in the deep corners of the soul
forever out of reach
© Ann Bagnall