I remember the magic
As the dream slipping through my mind
like a blanket of fog
whispered images of form and
a beast that wandered the night
raising chills of vision and fear.
What is it there moving beyond view,
coming towards the edge of awareness.
She stands alone on the crest
mountains rose through clouds
as mist slowly filtered down
Silently cloaking her in obscurity,
the sound of hooves in grasses high,
memories of the past trickle by
somewhere in her mind she knows,
these lands still untamed by man
and the friends she knows by name
coming together in twillight harmony,
a mirage within
a dream of endless fog.