You are the muse of mist, fog, great mystery…
You are the muse of mist, fog, great mystery…
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My wings are no more.
Oh dear love. I'm crashing.
Oh dear love I'm on my knees at your door.
Please take me in.
I'm lost and abandoned.
I have no mother.
This earth has rejected me.
I'm poor I'm impoverished.
I'm in the gutter.
I have grown old and have dried up, hardened, and faded.
Not even for a rock.
Not even a rock would take me as a lover.
But yet, I know in a minute.
Just one glance of your eyes would bring back all inspiration.
I'd be younger than ever.
Younger, beautiful, so unrecognized, at times, delicate flutter, Simplicity's grace.
I can sister my lost child in a glance.
I feel the lightness,
I feel the grace.
I feel the mystery in the mist as it passes in the fog.
As it passes crisp clouds wisps in my mind,
In my mind are vines growing down deep roots deep beneath the earth.
You are the kind-hearted Muse of great mystery
I feel the mystery
I am the mystery
Mystery
In the mist
In the mist and fog, in the mist, in the midst…
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David arnt, November 3rd, 2022
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Artwork by Brian Kirhagis
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