Into the Soft Mist

”A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing
Funny when you're dead how people start listening.” 
– The Band Perry (If I Die Young)

Thanks for listening to the song I wrote
Even before I’ll leave one night into the soft mist
For if it has the power to cure the deaf
I’ll fain go with dry lips not once kissed.

I’ll leave one solemn night into the soft mist
When you and mother and father are all sleeping
Weep not, dear: For I’ll bring with me your brightest light. 
And you shall wake, light and unburdened, in the morning.

Tomorrow marks exactly one year
Since our twenty sixth birthday
You hugged me like a good brother that you 
Are. But it irks me, things you used to say.

Jones, Wilson, Joplin and Hendrix:
True talents sure die young, don't they?
Morrison, Cobain and Winehouse—
One day I'll join them where beauty will never grey.

Let me sing you a lullaby like mother always did. But promise me:
Let me, once all my dirge ceases, deprived of all power,
Leave silently, serenely into the soft mist;
Following Azrael who knocks at an ungodly hour.

Into the soft mist, I shall hopefully leave.
Though forgive me if they all hear me
Sob into the darkness when, smiling,
I fly in a moonlit path like a nightingale set free.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Guzzi Avatar
May 23, 2013 at 6:52 PM
I loved the feelings in this poem, so I stopped by to tell you, please do write something for my contest, I only wish quatrains were being permitted in this contest but the form requirement was limited. It's a fine verse! Light & Love
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May 15, 2013 at 8:29 AM
This is such a touching write. I felt your emotion right through the stanzas.. soft mist... lovely analogy to escape the reality of death. 26-- that is SO.. young. I miss and revere the "27" club too... Kurt Cobain... WOW... such talent.. such loss. Read my "Purple Nirvana Journal"
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