A Quiet Place

By BetaWolfinVA

long towards the morning,
whispers dreaming
whispers falling

moonlight drifting around
the many trees, calling
calling come away

off in the distance, a wolf calls
love of nature, piercing the air
far calling, love of my dreams

from the high places found
dreaming in my mind
i will recover my self

if the fates be kind

but what, if anything, would be lost if not...
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(c)Cameron 12/01/2003

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Published on Sunday, September 30, 2012. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I think that this was written in the period after Ravens first visit while i was married to porcelain but before raven moved in with the ground rules that Porcelain Doll set.