Like morning dew set like a duvet over the frail grass
mist laying thick but yet frail and thin like glass
stars still glooming on Gaea's black arch far above
pines resting deep until dawn calm thereof
the silence only broken by a mourning dove
not breaking, being of the serenity one of
only at times as these I can feel at bay
my own doubts can not even make me sway
for once I feel whole...
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
Like morning dew set like a duvet over the frail grass
mist laying thick but yet frail and thin like glass
stars still glooming on Gaea's black arch far above
pines resting deep until dawn calm thereof
the silence only broken by a mourning dove
not breaking, being of the serenity one of
only at times as these I can feel at bay
my own doubts can not even make me sway
for once I feel whole...
