In the distant rim of the moonlit shore
the moor and the lake shine.
Time on the horizon stands
aloof like a distant shrine.
In the hour of dawn the shroud melts
The waking eye has an instant glimpse
before the mystery of the night is veiled again
in the  primordial light of the morn.
Time like an honoured guest departs,
 leaves the enchanted realm of the fading moon,
and throws the key back
into the abyss again

April 2, 2015.
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  1. What about that key? What does it open? The key appears at the end and raises a mystery...

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