The distant horizon
an ethereal scene
festooned with drops of dew
the evening mist that lies between
falling into moonlit dreams
where even the air is blue
steeped in spirits
luminous and serene
all pervading, a single hue
and a sleep so deep
that what transpires is unseen
© Ann Bagnall
2013

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