http://slow.writerscafe.org/Misted_Knight The original writings of author Cranky Old Bear en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013008 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I walk each day...After time ~ Mid a trance..Whilst each tiny snowflake...Is drawn upon....By the fountain of breath....From northern grace...Knocking on the doors...Of the winters swan...All abreast ~ The skirting of the season....Softly laid..Upon the cradle of the clock...A damsels .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/350232/   Yea!...I have seen beyond the moon and the stars.. Unfathomed....Amidst their fairyland dust..... Whereat shimmering eyes ~ Lay 'neath the scars... Tugging at the serpent winds....Undying trust... .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/349610/ The younger mountain arose....As the old forgotten sea...Fell beneath her wandering feet..While many stars stood still...With darkness...Visible nearby..Cloaking the angels eyes and ears..So they could not see..Nor hear the voice in the night..Of the old sea's...Setting tone..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/342474/ He draws a breath of silk.. Mid a crinkled surfaceWhilst he searches...For the angel that saved him..Without the fit ~ That had once shadowed his face..Guided by a set hand.. That forsakes the dim... Whilst his blanket...Remains his famous creature....A shield all powerful ~ Spirite.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/338908/ There is a place ~ The kingdom of solitudeWhere silence reigns...And inner wisdom is viewed..Beyond troubles of gloomy faces...Bowing down..Before a stormy hunter ~ Beneath the frown. Where miracles traveled for good...Long ago..Grazing upon the crossing... Where meadows flow..Wai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/335987/ The earth stands alone... As an edge of sword..With nay another heart ~ To strike with accord...Set ablaze by the sun.....Beyond the gauntly..Foreplay of the aging moon's.....Lessor degree.. Plagued by the journey of legs ~ Upon his brow..His heart beats bluntly...Between the then a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/333959/       Reach into the alarm..Of the howling wind..   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/333533/ There is only one time That the heart beats like..No other moment in time..And within that moment..It abides as a heavenly season...That becomes ~ The eye of aye..Mid whispers of sweet rest..Outlying all understanding..As wishes...Would demand...Calling upon the dead calm.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/327997/ From within the moons light...There are unbroken..Whispers, that are heard singing ~ Gentle moods..Mocking the voices of the stars...Shining luster...Embracing the lips...Amidst the cradle of dawn...Always born amongst the sweet melodious calls..Of the songbirds..That danced upon her feet... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/299112/ But Not My Dream      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/297713/ The sweetest taste is in the thoughts of you..Deep inside... Adorned by the warm sunlight..Sauntering amidst the tipsy rubies..Seduced by the drift of fellow meadows..Touching down on the berry drinks of yore...Ingesting the harvest of thy ambrosia..Amid approaching ages and the prospe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/294470/ Every breath the stars take...Inbetween lakesA willow rose amid a lagoon's ~ Gentle wakes..To stand amidst the steeps of tortoise shells..Shielding the distinctive bells..Of hearts noels.With her pretty fingers..Stroking the deep merge..Amidst the spindles of a ferried wheel's surge..W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/292344/ If it was up to me... To live again... ~ I Would.... But since it is not.. I leave it up to... ~ Only you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/290824/ Amid my center gaze...A tired and olden blade..Crystallite mid my elevation and engravings..Weepingly swept with pure thoughtfulness..Unforeseen by kindness ~ Deep amidst..Traveled by the decay of withering time..Whilst beside me stood a shadow forth..Appareled with abundance of spring.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/289284/ One thing about true friends... They are always there.. But they are never ~always there beside you..To hold in each others arms..With a desire to never let go.. For they have their own world.. That they need even more.. To keep them in a world ~That makes a family.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/288396/ I see the answers...In living and breathing...Tucked in between ~ Sweet vaporly dispositions..'Neath tidy stitches...Abreast an eider down...Echoing far beyond ~ The reach of favors hands...Full of pleas..Close inhabited..By infant like legacies...As uncrying victims of ~Bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/288077/ The world is so....Very full of color You can't see what there is under...Unless you look between their story lines..Where there is much talk about nothing..While somebody sleeps...Waiting for a chance..To hold on to a day that does not turn away..Into the face of colors...That seem to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/288045/ Her fair was...To bite the butterflyTo sew its wings..To lay together..To rest amidst unbroken color..Whilst the three primaries...~ Blend into an undivided one...All in a kiss ~ That was meant for me..    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/284858/ Fireworks are what dreams are made of..Filled with Kentish fire and ruffles...Whilst beneath..The Calvary searches for love..Amidst the masses ~ Neath night falls.. Lost mid misgivings...Dismissed by sleep.Tremor'd by trumpets..Strummed 'pon bows..Mid the pirates of echoes~ Risen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/284606/ The gallant sword...Did not have the solid strength... Nor the crystal knowledge of the bounded truth...'Tween the hurried slurs of innocence..Thrust 'pon the bristled skirts of thorns...Lost amid the lonely manner of standing....Outside the closed gate..To eager breathlessness...Wound.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/283235/ Yesterday I saw my life...As it was before.. Today I see it..As it is ~ Now.. Yet I see no difference..Except now ~ I am here.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/282855/ Thee heart lies beneath thy shoulder... Where I dream of laying my head...While my heart rest a little lighter..Amidst celebrations in my mind... Mid the many reasons I seek..In quietude ~ Not to fear...Between the softness upon..And beneath thy treasured chest... Never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/282417/ I found a dream..But the dream ~Never came to me... Yet still ~She does exist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misted_Knight/281863/