Thursday photo prompt: Presence #writephoto
Dreaming
I am lost in dreaming
The feel of your hand in mine
Dark lonely nights remembered
Inside the tall grey stone
Our time has fled
The circle closing
Ancestors whispering
Their footsteps echo back in time
I see them still
When the mist is rising
Happy, smiling,
their tall grey sentinels protecting
a way of life no longer remembered
scant mention in printed substance
should you visit the stones
you will find us here
a sudden breeze, a warmth
a whispered song
a sudden shimmer of grey
around the standing stones
don’t say, am I only dreaming…
©anitadawes
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