Sorry I removed the previous render , I found to many flaws in it for my liking . Hope you all enjoy this serene one ! Hugs Elaine PS her eis a darker poem I wrote last night after having quite the nightmare . Enjoy ~ Those heavy eyes that creep on windows and Taps that wake you in restless sleep , The midnight hour that taunts and tangles around inner soothing leaps. You trip up languid , laughing , lofty like a lions den . The dawn has no mourning so you play on its vast intensity, Staring starry eyed and maddened by its waves of loud uncalming silences . Drifting again into another hour as later than before its row . Images maul a distant heaven that angels tread upon as soft moonbeams carry in the perfume of rose gardens that will be lost by mornings glow . The saphire night in soma pictures , nothing to the drifting spirit , Lasting all but a minutes careless touch , the power inside the Wanton edge dies in the coming coma . You saw the water rise to meet you once like roads and forests green , And yet the water seems to call you , like a beacon out to seas . You drown in it depths and fall in fastened fury , fighting nothing but your own fate . So lavish is her splashing currents , that any maiden would lose her will . Amber , crimson , green and blue , the darkest dowry that ever was given . At last the lover is forgotten , at last the fire is trodden and burnt out like a smokey ashen bed , where one lyes alone in a curious state of death. The phantom taps , the eyes that watch , the clock that ticks and wakes you there , the coldest shiver around a care . The dream a whisper on the words that twist within , But alas poor dowry was but to give in .