In misty fog

willyweed

In misty fog

 

In misty fog infused with light

The spirit of love came tonight

 

Appearing there above my bed

Speaking to me inside my head

 

Paralyzed yet I was moved

By love sent from the ghostly muse

 

The spirit set my heart aglow

All sorrow lifted from my soul

 

Lost love returned to me tonight

In misty fog infused with light

 

 

  • Author: willyweed (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 12th, 2018 08:23
  • Category: Fantasy
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  • Heartwriter

    This is a pleasure to read. Nicely done.

    • willyweed

      Thank you and its a slice of heaven to meet you ww

    • orchidee

      A fine write ww. You seeing clearly now? That fog lifted?!

      • willyweed

        yes my friend it has I just got home from UK visit and I feel good. and well. ww

      • Lorna

        Great write WW -

        • willyweed

          Thank you my friend, can't keep a good cowboy down...ww

        • sylviasearcher

          Yes I used to think these were such beautiful notions.

          Indeed it is beautifully written but now I know that this love only exists in poetry.

          As ode on a Grecian urn reckoned... but lover never canst thou kiss!

          Cold pastoral...

          But then

          Beauty is Truth?
          Truth. Beauty?

          O I am forlorn!

          The very word is like a bell to roll me back from thee to my sole self!

          Sweet fancy let her loose!

          Everything is spoiled by use!

        • sylviasearcher

          Yes I used to think these were such beautiful notions.

          Indeed it is beautifully written but now I know that this love only exists in poetry.

          As ode on a Grecian urn reckoned... but lover never canst thou kiss!

          Cold pastoral...

          But then

          Beauty is Truth?
          Truth. Beauty?

          O I am forlorn!

          The very word is like a bell to roll me back from thee to my sole self!

          Sweet fancy let her loose!

          Everything is spoiled by use!

        • sylviasearcher

          Yes I used to think these were such beautiful notions.

          Indeed it is beautifully written but now I know that this love only exists in poetry.

          As ode on a Grecian urn reckoned... but lover never canst thou kiss!

          Cold pastoral...

          But then

          Beauty is Truth?
          Truth. Beauty?

          O I am forlorn!

          The very word is like a bell to roll me back from thee to my sole self!

          Sweet fancy let her loose!

          Everything is spoiled by use!

        • Christina8

          Beautiful poem, ww!

          • willyweed

            Thanks Christina

          • Goldfinch60

            May that muse always be with you ww.



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