Sunday, 17 April 2011

Ghost trees

Walking in the dark
I see the ghost trees,
we create this look
with our artificial light.
Eery whiteness looming
out of charcoal shadows,
has all the makings
of stories from days of old.

The river runs along side
this road and path
I wander tonight.
Listening to its song
walking me along
I cannot feel alone.

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