the night becomes you
your silent energy
expelled
in haze
has drifted
whispered
gone
the night becomes me
in breathless mist
we both become
the end of days
anticipate
and wait
our nights’ return
the night becomes you
your silent energy
expelled
in haze
has drifted
whispered
gone
the night becomes me
in breathless mist
we both become
the end of days
anticipate
and wait
our nights’ return
expelled in breath of scented flower mist, missed
as a dream in the night, kissed such kiss,
mere mist expelled on a breath missed.
And sigh.
Light-filled warmth,
vapours of mist
steaming from
fountain-formed ice,
Northern frost giant,
milk -fuelled Ymir,
slain for creation.
Sacrificed.
Misty haze arise at last,
Descend not on my brow,
A clearer future so to grasp
Begins the here and now
Though harsher days are softened so
By seeing through a mist,
Clarity needs illumination
So path may not be missed.
Decided to dance a little deeper in life, and wow can spirit dance!
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