(1)
Oh that doorway, found in dreams,
where the pure light beckons and speaks of ethereal things.
Unearthly in its splendour. . .
(2)
Like an early morning in St. Ives
where artists paint, surrounded
by nothing but sea and sky. . .
Oh that doorway, found in dreams,
where the pure light beckons and speaks of ethereal things.
Unearthly in its splendour. . .
(2)
Like an early morning in St. Ives
where artists paint, surrounded
by nothing but sea and sky. . .
All those that have visited St. Ives in Cornwall will understand number 2 and maybe some have you have also seen the doorway in your dreams. :-)
6 comments:
Yay! I've seen that light, too! ♥
Gosh, you are on fire today. Whatever is in your soul is soaring!
Thanks both. x
Lovely words befitting a lovely image!
Thanks SG. :-)
Both are beautiful
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