into the mists

in a blue forest of green
we found avalon
the mist lifted up and the lights were but
the stars yellow illuminated by the full
moon which lit up the sky and reflected our
sadness

we stood up
washed ourselves
in ashes
drenched in storms’ first rain

then ran

into the deadened night

we stormed through

demanding you home
we thought you heard us
understood us finally

but instead you refused ash
refused dirt
took clay.

and so we turned raised our
hands
breathed
still not drowning never that
but finally we have learned to
wave

sing a song for us
if you must

if we must
charge back in
to the mists.

 

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