Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Mist and Dreams

Through the fog of shadows
amid the swirls of the night
The moon covered over
not one star in sight
She is there in it all
possibly it could be a dream
Reaching out to pull you in
to become one with all the mystery
Moving ever so graciously
like a doll who came alive
Emotions burning it's mark within
Drifting away as edges of light appear
yet keeping it's hypnotic way so
unique and rare
slowly effortlessly as it started
all the wonder fades to gray
hidden once more
awaiting for just the moment
to come alive again

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