The light that lingers / where I long to be / up high on the moor / where the wind blows free
And cloud shadows sweep / across lovat and straw / how I wish I could be / among heather and gorse
Where cotton grass dances / and cannot stand still / I gaze up at the sky / that tips over the hill
The fresh winds of time / forever move on / undisturbed by the light / from the moon or the sun
Or the darkest of skies / when starlight shines out / that cannot be seen / with street lights about
The last ray of light / where the sunset lies / high up on the moorland / gently closes its eyes
But still on the moor / in a different scene / the song of the wind / carries my dream.
(C) Elaine Patricia Morris
watermelonseeds 
Comments on: "Light dream" (3)
Some very lovely lines through out this piece (ones I would love to borrow) but I particularly love the last line. For we too are standing on the moor wishing for greater heights and yet the song of the wind carries our dreams. Love and peace to you.
Light dre
I can still remember how I felt floating in the ocean just off of Maui. With the clear blue sky overhead. Your verse reminds me of those types of times one wants to keep close.