Ancient Dream
I walk an ancient path of dreams
Through sylvan lands with silver streams
Ahead I see the bright moonbeams
Behind, the snow-capped mountain gleams
Mysterious feelings expose what seems
Venerable Woods with dread extremes
Air so still tranquility screams
Terror within my soul now teems
No longer sure of what redeems.
For Shadow Hamilton's - Monorhyme - Poetry Contest
written May 19, 2016
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016
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