Floating Autumn Mist

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

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