Through the Mystic Breeze

To walk down country roads during Spring's windswept advance,
Neath the serene light of April's full moon
Draped in cirrus mists,
The cooling winds of freedom, rushing down a darkened street
Raising my eyes upward,
Toward starry diamonds, timeless, all-knowing
That peak through long oak branches,
Swaying in the midnight wind,
My mind adrift in memories, bittersweet
Of friends and times, long gone.
Their images fade in the citrine glow
As I walk on,
Through the mystic breeze.

by Night Flyer (c) 2014
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