Evening twilight is falling.
Finding myself releasing from the twisted trees of the day.
The drudgery of missed opportunity and run away schedules.
Fall away into slumber.
My mind beckons to dream of beautiful sceneries.
To scribe into prose at sunrise.
This burning mysticism of my soul’s true light.
A reflection of an eternal flame.
Lying deep within the waters of my heart.
Running through the grove of trees.
With the words of my heroes that continue to call.
Further into the portal of their creative minds.
Drink in the light of our knowledge.
To be repeated again.
Hearing the morning doves cooing.
Slowly returning from the abyss of pure happiness.
Step by step…
Word by word…
Reaching over my bedside table.
The writing process sets about onto the lined page.
#Whatdoyousee Thank you Sadje for this prompt

Thanks Mary for joining in with this lovely poem.
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Your welcome. The photograph is absolutely gorgeous.
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Thanks
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A soothing description of the light within us. Lovely …
Isadora 😎
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Thank you I am glad you enjoyed the poem
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Thank you Mary Anne for the inspirational musings and for subscribing to my blog.
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You are welcome
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