You descend like the mist
A blanket, cool and moist
Grey and whispering
A brume rolling in
Passions quietly speaking
Do not break the spell
From the window
A strange light flickers
Not from candles
Shadows play against the wall
To tell the story
In hushed breaths
A long ago love
Born before the dawn of the Milky Way
Bursts from the galaxy
There is a full moon, unseen
For this night
Belongs to the clouds
LiNdA
Hauntingly beautiful Linda! You touch the place where fantasy and reality meet!
Looking forward to more!
T.J.
Thank you; I’m glad you find yourself in that dimension as well. It’s a magical place, isn’t it?