…wild and unpredictable
The rising day
stirs up the fires
inside of me
meandering illusions
roaming free
in my imagination
poetry of passion
and desire
stars melting away
into rose petal seas
orchids run free
amidst forests
wild and unpredictable
a red rose dwells
on velvet thoughts
trailing jasmine
toys with heady memories
silent witness
of the water lilies
here falls no light
yet they grow
in the forest forever
within and without
they sway and sleep
amongst the Gods
walking though oblivion
deluded by dreams
their faces glow
in the darkness
and their voices whisper
ever softly, to me
© Ann Bagnall
