Sunday, 18 January 2015

Twilight Falls



Twilight falls
Owls cry out
From silent valleys
There steals a slice of ancient fear

Rushing sounds
Through the night
The cold breeze presses
As ancient wings kiss the night

Misty silences
In search of power
The fire through ages leaps
Listen for the calm ancient embers

Another autumn
Drawn from day
As footsteps die away
Across ancient roads heralding the dawn.
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4 comments:

  1. Jae Rose20 January 2015 at 11:21

    I love how silence becomes in this piece - ancient wings kissing the night...beautiful

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  2. Gillena Cox21 January 2015 at 12:13

    luv the juxtaposition of sounds and silences

    much love....

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  3. Amrita Sabat22 January 2015 at 17:10

    I got the feeling of drifting in ancientness! Gr8 stuff! :)

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  4. red dirt girl27 January 2015 at 07:49

    Happy belated New Year's greetings, Alan! Many Blessings to you and yours as well. So pleased to see your creative spirit blooming - new blog is a treasure :)

    xxx

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