The night fills with dimmed hues and unforeseen surprises <br />Opalescent moonbeams dance lightly on rippling streams <br />Opaque curtains of solitude surround before sight realizes <br />Transforming summer splendor into a muted rush of dreams <br /> <br />An illusive door swings open as thoughts from the past <br />Surface and slowly trickle into a semiconscious zone <br />Images appear from the smooth surface of satin glass <br />Silhouettes startle as they emerge from the unknown <br /> <br />Hovering in the stillness of my mind with feathered wings <br />Entering the room… grasping each breath with its span <br />Binding tightly to exhausted memories with invisible strings… <br />Weighted eyelids beg to open and see morning light again <br /> <br />4/30/08<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/satin-glass/
