By Scott Bailey © 2015
Dawn sneaks over the hills
Light spills through the vales
And the veils of the window
I see beauty at last
Complicated, unfathomable, mystery
But right and true
Most the world walks by
Seeing a different way
This morning gives me hope
But the light washes out
Shadows darken veils
Traditions bear down
The beauty and the mystery
The reason and the truth
Are left behind again
The door is closed again
As ancient lore and law
Return us to the night
In response to my daily prompt Complication
#DailyPrompt, #amwriting, #postaday
Vales and veils… lovely!
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“Dawn sneaks over the hills
Light spills through the vales
And the veils of the window
I see beauty at last
Complicated, unfathomable, mystery
But right and true” … I too, understand this well. I only write poetry in the morning. Where light opens many doors! Such a sage write you have created. Quite stunning really! … To the house of bailey!
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Thank you – I appreciate that.
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You’re very welcome. A beautiful piece that you wrote.
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Love this!
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Thank you
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