Through the Mist
Through the Mist
Dawns mists do not deny what they obscure
encasing us in cones of all alone
create a fear that none - but one - endure
the silencing of memories unknown.
Cool damp of muted teardrops - never pure
obliterate the beauty of the throne
as kingdoms of imagination rise
on echoes of a misted, rising tide.
John G. Lawless
Through the Mist, poetry contest
8/19/2014
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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