Today I have wandered farSoon the day will be overThe trees are growing darkAnd the last rays of sunlight fade awayI have to rest a while before reaching the end of my journeyI sit down at the foot of a big stoneold stone, covered in mossI close my eyes just for a momentTo gather my strengthI wrap my cloak around me And sing softly to myselfAll grows quiet around meI lift my eyes and seeA tall man looking straight at meDressed in strange clothesI feel no fear but admirationHe is so handsome and strongHis eyes deep forest poolsHis features nobleI stand to greet himBut the words don't comeI stare at the deep wound in his chestThen at his pale faceHe smiles at me and shakes his headI move towards him to helpBut as I approach he fades awayAnd I can't see him any moreI continue my wayFeeling sad yet warm insideWhat has happened at this place? Who is he? Where is he now? I walk on wonderingMy soul at peaceHe was before me and he lives onOur paths may still cross again
Tag Archive: impressions
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Fields of Boussu-Lez-Walcourt
Low sun
Decaying leaf
The road ahead
Secrets from under the earth
Life always wins
Fields of Boussu-Lez-Walcourt
Low sun
Decaying leaf
The road ahead
Secrets from under the earth
Life always wins
Before Easter Sunday…
Celtic Cross at The Bield
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Life breaks through
The Wildwood at The Bield
Beltane
Fields waiting for The Sun
Daffodil
Quiet green poet, lover of trees and other wonderful creatures.