Dreaming Faraway Drifting

The mountain is covered in a dense falling fog gun barrel grey clouds shading out, unto silver changing outwards orange to soft peach Gracing the sun setting sky warm thoughts Runaway dream hums, within birds singing gently almost a magic spell sings, in one background choir Enchanting the breeze on a cold tune blue blowing wind on a November Evening has broken soft brushing across the brow a dream beauty touching, deep feelings holding hands Silver treasure lining clouds, I want to bathe inside your crowning desires Oh you're the angel who takes me out, from darkness dazzling me in light of your sun, shining smiles bright Crying around the valley howling, a wolf sad sweet humming tunes, gentle soft, whispers to a dream I wrote this 12/12/9/9 ending last on the 12 note