quest

Deep lore of ancient isles.
Far from these daily chores.
Hidden within our minds,
no bright line laid to follow.
Could intimations be true?
Breathing, a mist so fine
sprayed from brave ocean floors.
Seen in cryptic design
shades green blue shifting motion.
Dawn’s slowly pinker hue
breaks through, takes horizon 
while sleeping eyes wander
vast rainbow skies.
What wish could be true?
Torn by my morning cry,
how would you answer?
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