In Dreams
So long its been that I have strode,
With thee along the fells
Its beauty now returns to me,
Like dulcet ringing bells.
Across the moorland's we have roamed,
Through sun; wind and storm.
Its beauty shined through out it all,
Not leaving us forlorn.
Cascading waters from the crags,
Spread mist so fine that glows.
In dreams I see its radiance,
Arced as a great rainbow.
Shall not I; thy splendour see,
Thy browns; greys and greens.
Or maybe you will come to me,
One day again in dreams.
© Copyright R. Shaw 2005
With thee along the fells
Its beauty now returns to me,
Like dulcet ringing bells.
Across the moorland's we have roamed,
Through sun; wind and storm.
Its beauty shined through out it all,
Not leaving us forlorn.
Cascading waters from the crags,
Spread mist so fine that glows.
In dreams I see its radiance,
Arced as a great rainbow.
Shall not I; thy splendour see,
Thy browns; greys and greens.
Or maybe you will come to me,
One day again in dreams.
© Copyright R. Shaw 2005
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