Invisibly Glimpsed

Unlocking the window

of storming thoughts,

into a closed sealed ghetto…

Sentient flowing mist,

pastel softening gist,

moonlight loving tryst,

struggling to coexist…

As knocking haunted,

worried souls.  Within those watch

tower scrolls.  As their never ending,

battle..  Continues a,

whispering roll..  Storming their delusion,

within a silent portal..

To Jane Dougherty;

you asked me to add my interpretation

for the image below!



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