A pale gleam creeps into the dark.
The pearl white wake of a fishing boat as it sails on dawn waves.
It’s a slow unfurling of another day.
Those days without any words to say.
Silence except for the birds and the breeze,both whispering through the trees.
Dawns first slate grey light
glints on a silver blue sea,
a chromatic chorus.
Whirling motes like stars in space.
Thoughts flow then coalesce,images take shape,dreams become reality.
So our tales are told,and live on.
Sky and sea,a clouded watercolour.
Silver threads of falling rain mist a soft grey veiled landscape.
A darker day to dream of futures past.
Day dreams are insubstantial realms.
Intangible gossamer threads shimmering in the moods and shades of life.
Sun shadows paint shapes on daisy dotted grass.
A mistle thrush sings from the highest branch,sunset silhouetted.
Another day gently fades.