The Mist
The world is all white,
Distance veiled from sight,
Swirling vapours of mist
Just what I had wished
As I’m hidden from view
By this mist that I grew
Shielding my delicate soul
Till once more I am whole
All that I see is white on white
In this misty land far from light
All contrast is muted and soft
Muffled by cotton wool aloft
All direction is missing now
Under this snowy white bough
This wet blanket of Lilly leaves
Affects sight and all it perceives
I am wondering life lost
Through paths I have crossed
Past steps I have made
In this white masquerade
I float through this land
With my pain in my hand
It’s too soon to let go
Of these things that I know
When will this veil finally lift?
Will this muted weaving ever lift?
Or am I doomed to roam evermore?
Trapped by emotion and internal war?
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