Morning Mists

The world is muffled

Space distorted

Until distance expands

And all beyond my steps

Has faded –

The mist plays tricks

Hiding the sun

That rises beyond

The obscuring wall

Covering us –

We borrow

From the night

Living in between the hours

That would carry us

Into the light –


We stare into the veil

Blinded with our open eyes


Until the clarity comes ~ Caroline A. Slee

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