Post by morningstar on May 7, 2010 20:47:03 GMT -5
The horizon shimmered like sunlit reflections
on a tranquil pond -
One could see time passing
in the shadows cast by clouds.
Sweet and ethereal morning time
in an early part of June -
The tie that binds above and below
had spun it's web by noon -
All the creek - alive it was
with singing voices, sweet -
And all that flew - as well that crawled
were of the grandest symphony.
And I, within that realm of Yore
where nothing is defined -
Sat spellbound in my revelrie
and watched as my soul soared -
To heights unknown, and places yet
ungraced by reality's scorn.
A solitary Journeyor
within that sweet June 'morn.
on a tranquil pond -
One could see time passing
in the shadows cast by clouds.
Sweet and ethereal morning time
in an early part of June -
The tie that binds above and below
had spun it's web by noon -
All the creek - alive it was
with singing voices, sweet -
And all that flew - as well that crawled
were of the grandest symphony.
And I, within that realm of Yore
where nothing is defined -
Sat spellbound in my revelrie
and watched as my soul soared -
To heights unknown, and places yet
ungraced by reality's scorn.
A solitary Journeyor
within that sweet June 'morn.
Those who wish to join may introduce themselves here.
