A Separate State

Of a dawning in a brilliant twilight hoverance, Skipping along an unmarked trail so unexpectedly, Dared naught say out mumbled words offered without pure malice, None receptive to my thoughts for a soulless oddity, Passed a bed of sleeping lilacs, waits for a yellow sun, Tiptoed throughout their yawning, sweet snoring scents fills the breeze, Ventured on fields of greenery blades, tickling treats of fun, Crept by a virginless dove, resting on her eggs well pleased, Further 'neath a dark sleeping sky, bluish winds doth oft squeeze, By mere chance, a valley filled with tall sturdy tawny teams, Teeming with an assortment of life moored in a tranced ease, Small amidst a magic forest of pinky pixie dreams, Peaked interest motivate my steps, towards a grey retreat, Stood and gazed o'er a whitish glow of mystic airiness, A cool wind blows from east to west and tightens my intrigue, Though a strange cloud grows around my being, pushed me to the test, Forced to wake as I learnt 'twas but a dream of circumstance, Of a dawning in a brilliant twilight hoverance.