My thoughts were covered
With the morning mist.
As if they lay apart from me,
Composed from reality.
Where upon my wonder lies,
That this thought is blank I see.
I the master of all thoughts,
One, it seems, escaped from me.
I'll ponder through the morning hours,
How this thought broke free.
For by itself it has no life-
I the one who holds the key.
Beautiful poem of the morning mist for thoughts
where upon my wonder lies.
Lady Mary Ann
the morning mist can bring to him and make
all the thoughts full and supple :)
Love and Light
Lily
for thoughts of poetry!
Lady Vivian
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
Have a Blessed Memorial Day weekend!
John Michael Domino