Bluebell Woods

path of bluebells briefed oaken limbs breathe caution's wind immanence emits Lavender lips of light spill forth her embrace brushed soft glints of splendor 'cross my eye left low, an aura hanging on a breeze still night moons burn engulfing her grace Fearless thy sight, guide where mist taints tired trails forged, drapes heavy irons held release past pains, painted in amber tones and shine steady, lifting up a weary soul spirits held still onward notions pure reverence withdrawn