Accolade
Strolling thru midnights
blackened shroud,
Dew and mist hang thick-
a fallen cloud
Surrounding me in opaqueness,
Hiding me in blankness,
Im safe.
I dance with the misty wet,
Alone but no feeling yet,
of a breaking day ,
that comes my way.
I too hang thick in
presence unknown.
Sure footed as I wander,
No love left to squander,
Damp my face and hair,
Dancing alone....
There...
Amidst filtered light,
Spread my mind, ready for
flight....
Touched with no contact.
Unsure of what I lack.
Unconcerned at this moment.
Twisted I seem-
and bent.
Yet touched with words sent.
I dance in the moist moonlight,
Shrouded in warmth-
of thoughts.......
and what ifs....
Myself.
~~CMT'01~~