Thoughts.
At daylight gate I stood, and watched as the
Grey darkened to black, and my head filled with
Memories, with thoughts of the time now gone,
And older, those years from long ago.
The I turned and walked away from the
Place where the sun setting had painted the
Grass-tree-portrait in gold and silver, where the
Gilding moon would soon-times rise and cast her
Dove-wongs over the spirits, and the night's
High noon would embrace the nightmares and
Turn back the white-horse of the night.
© 2ndwitch, 13/04/14
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