Mist in the Wind
The Radiant tumid star
croons to me from beyond.
That radiant star. So beautiful,
so alluring in this vacant night of
cold shadows and blue moons'
She stands out from the clouds' desperate
shroud and extends a fragile hand of hope.
I never can reach her though, the barrier of her ways
keeps me at bay.
Well I broke through the barrier one day.
The glass of that stubborn wall came crashing down
on me...
I never did pass the border and when I
regained conciousness I noticed
a new wall had been concieved between
my star and me
A wall more durable and
sturdy than the last one.
But I never gave up hope.
I threw fits, retrieved them and threw
them again
but my star only faded further
from me and yet began to appear less radiant.
Every day I woke I would travel as far as
I could- sometimes pressing my nose up against
that wall between us, just trying to capture the fragrance of
her..
(laugh)
....anything to feel the radiance of her.
Then it happened
I didn't sleep well that night, waking
more then once in a pool of my own perspiration from
nightmares of cold shadows
mocking souls and a
distant image of her being taken away on the back
of the shadow horse who robs me of my dreams
a blue lady was seen trapped behind an iron curtain
and the shadow was riding with unholy wind...
I woke up then, hyperventilating from the shock of
my misfortune and a cold feeling swept over my
body...
something was wrong
sure enough when my eyes
looked up to that illuminated star
it was gone..
Replaced by thick condensed mist
a blue tear wriggled it's
way free from my lashes as I made out her face..
so beautiful in that mist i'll never forget it....reflecting off
my teardrop as it fell to the ground becoming nothing
more then mist in the wind
-J. M. Simpson
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