Light through mist
twists in trees
inside the mystic dream
in you;
in me
and the children play
and the children sing
and the autumn winds bring
another voice
to join the chorus
of the porous
forest
where we dance
on steps of happenstance
and chance
and yet we fall
on the fate of all
in the rain
as we find
our forever
in the endeavors
and all our pain
until the day
we are taken
to the edge
of what all know
and the mystic heart
breaks over us
and the light
will touch
the mist
in us
(September 16th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
