I woke up one morning, there was mist on the moor,
then I got this feeling, that I had been here before.
Could I find a happy answer, to what I was about to feel.
The day was sunny and blue, but everything seemed unreal.
Had I been here before, or was I just dreaming,
yet far beyond there was a bright light beaming.
Although the mist blurred my eyes, I could see a far distant view,
a view that I had seen before, but how could this be true.
As the mist started to clear, my mind began to wonder,
then in the distance, I heard a clap of thunder.
Yet still I knew, that I had been here before,
upon this bleak and misty moor.
I remembered the cattle and their young calves,
the scented heather, and the bridal paths,
and cold to touch, were the water streams,
were all these things part of my dreams.
Had I been here before, when I was just a child,
and I had a moorland vision, that was meek and mild.
Had I been here before, when life was grey,
and everything I saw, just faded away.
Now the mist is clear, and my eyes can now see,
clear visions of hope, life and tranquility.
I had been here before, but I had lost my way in life's turmoil,
but now my feet are firmly on God's Soil.
The imagery was so grand! I felt myself standing there. I know this feeling oh too well. Thank you for sharing! Patricia Gale
As you may already know Sylvia, I am a man of few words.But this is so beautiful and mysterious.I could see the images and found something in me that I had forgotten about.What an amazing feeling.You have inspired me.What a girl.Love Duncan
Yes My Dear Friend Sylvia, You have a wonderful way with words that reaches right out and grabs your readers attention as you take us on a brief poetic journey. I am glad to know that you know where your feet are firmly planted and would hope that everyone that may read this brillent compsure will also learn and know that their feet can too be planted firmly. Thank You for sharing your passion for poetry with all of us and for giving us a little more of you. Wonderful Poem. May I add that I can only hope that you may never think of or consider placing your poetic pen down as your beautiful words of poetry would be dearly missed causing your readers to bear a frown. Your Friend, Mickey Pig Knuckles :)
A beauftiful poem, Sylvia. Wonderful imagery Nostalgic mood.10 for this one. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a delightful write Sylvia, with lovely words making a lovely story. Love ErnestinedXXX