He sees the mist is rising
Such a beautiful sight
A face appears
A beauty that has never shined before
Her chains are gone
Looking into her eyes
He knows why he traveled so hard
He found his light on a mistless night
Maybe tale or true
Who knows
When you free yourself from inner thoughts
A knight my ride in and free your soul
So the tales where told of old....
I've read and do recommend this enchanting series (except for II which wouldn't load for some reason - perhaps just because my PC is a dinosaur) . Alison, your pen is increasingly masterful. This is a MUST series of pieces..... a total, remove from circumstances kind of thing. Wonderful. t x
thy words are the sweetest words to my eyes... alison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really enjoyed the whole series....A whiff of fresh air! ! ! Love...TO