Through the Mist
Through the mist meandering
The years forgotten come
Like a lonely river wondering
Into a bay frozen and numb
In the winter's chilly blowing
In the bright and frigid sun
In the hearts unended longing
We are not cured or done
But the thought is not apprehended
Until you remember me
And our vows again are blended
Into love's felicity.
By the quiet morning marble gleaming
Where seasons go and come again
My hope on its silence leaning
Carry the panacea of pain.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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