Golden Oak Grove and White Ladies
Leaving, leaving -
in the morning -
Special isle of wonders.
Rents and cracks repaired by white
Feather, Feather,
fine and soft.
Many lands and many eyes
to see at last
a golden grove of
Oak.
My pen was still and
now is freed,
to write and dream.
But tonight I lie
on a forget-me-not bed
and listen to the
beat of ladies in white -
dancing.
Yours, if only for now,
Imogen Crest.
copyright word and images Monika Roleff 2005.
posted by Imogen Crest @ 5:16 AM
4 comments
The 
4 Comments:
Memories come with us
of this place
where we found peace
and fun
Too true.
What a wonderful journey you had Monika. This final piece is very lovely. Owl Island will hold special memories.
Very much so. Thanks Heather.
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