…of light

The dominion of night
shrouded in the diaphanous cloak of the moon
night’s sentinel watching all as it waxes and wanes
a silent witness, soothsayer to the troubled soul
shadows deep in varied tones of darkness
raven black, obsidian pitch, ebony onyx
all encompassed in the velvet veil of night
yet helpless to extinguish the embers of the stars
restless spirits roam unbound and free
burning butterflies of light in endless flight
haunting the minds and souls of the sleepless
whispering secrets once lost in the passages of time
the echoes of forgotten love
slipping through the cusp of dawn
in the dark we are stripped bare
our true selves revealed without disguise
vulnerable yet powerful, embracing our primal instincts
finding solace in the night
veiled from the day, all secrets unfold
passion’s rapture shrouded in mystery
hidden desires searching for a voice
where shadows dance
revelling in the dominion of darkness
before the day breaks
and we once again don our masks
© Ann Bagnall