In the foggy place with the fading sun
I’ve searched for the secrets of the past
Misty autumn days suddenly have begun
Powerfully to chase the warm rays fast
I bear sorrow in my soul these lonely days
Through misty rain I see a mystic wood
Leaves from ancient oaks fell on my ways
Like giants plants the trees proudly stood
Will they tell me legends of a Celtic land?
I wasn’t allowed to call this country my own
But I will search until the magic’s tragic end
It’s like carrying a burden out of a cold stone
In the misty place with some golden sun
I look for the whole truth of my lost past
Floating autumn mist suddenly has begun
Mystical pictures on my seeking soul to cast
© October 3rd, 2003 ~ Sonja Nic Rafferty
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Sonja Nic Rafferty.
Published on e-Stories.org on 09/29/2004.
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