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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