Still hidden remains the dream
As promised sunlight by hazy skies,
As the moon distorted by the stream,
A lie concealed in a traitor’s eyes.
Grey clouds over themselves colours drape
Mingling with the sky’s red and blue.
So the dream swiftly changes shape
And takes on a long known hue.
A home in the faraway hills,
A glowing fire in the hearth
There’s no end to joy and mirth.
No more sorrows, no more lies
In the distance a bird trills
You smile and look into my eyes.
Full of depth and meaning. Love the colourful image.
Eileen
Thank you so much.