A Dream Scene
Within my mind walls, upon a screen,
amazing adventures can be seen.
Through the fog that slowly drifts,
a lovely swan, her wings she lifts.
Head held high shows she is pleased
by evening light’s embracing breeze.
Into the water, she then glides,
upon liquid silver, she then rides.
In amber browns, trees whisper songs,
as she swims near one furlong.
As evening shadows enjoy light-play,
oh how I wish, that I could stay.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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