Camelot

Camelot

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The Beginning

I squint my eyes
Through the bright summer haze
My feet bare
As I walk along a dirt path
In a daze

To my right
I pass an old fountain
Pinpricks of fright
Crawl up my spine
Dry and cracked
The years
Have not been kind



To my left
A teasing glimpse
Of a scene
Bright and green
Light reflecting
From emerald tips



My heart flutters
It skips a beat
As my feet stop walking
I have reached the end
The end
That opens
To the beginning


*Allene Angelica*
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