Ethereal light
A low sun
Low cloud
A soft blanket of thin mist
Soft on the hills
Green and gold are the valleys
The fields look lit from within
For a moment
I'm lost in thought
Blown like a soft cloud
Wherever you want
A meandering river
Wherever you're going
I wake by the gate
Of the magical place.
I waited for you,
but you did not come

@PowerpuffGeezer I wake. I was lost in thoughts, and in the music in my head, and found myself by the gate, where I have seen the barn owl a few times lately.

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@PowerpuffGeezer absolutely no apology required. Thanks for reading my poems and thinking about them. That is a gift and a real privilege for me.

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