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
#CoSopoetry
@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.
@PowerpuffGeezer that is exactly what I try to do 😊
@PowerpuffGeezer yes. Exactly that. Imagination best left within the gift of the reader, perhaps.
@PowerpuffGeezer I am not sure it's lazy! I think its part of the whole point. I think you probably do too😊
I love the idea of writing going wild once you set it free into the world.