What Do You Hope To See
He stood there like a phantom,
watching o’er a realm of mist.
I held my breath behind him,
as truth and tale kissed.
I didn’t dare reach out to him;
how could I lend a hand?
His thoughts were trained on mystery,
that swirled through the land.
I waited there behind him,
upon that tower of rock.
Until I climbed back to the base,
and broke the haunting lock.
I closed my fingers round the frame,
and moved to leave him there—
still standing in strict silence,
maintaining his soft stare.
And as I stepped out of the fog,
my words at last fell free.
I asked the man so lonely:
“What do you hope to see?”
7 May 2016
Wanderer above the Sea of Fog, Caspar David Friedrich
for “Within a Gilded Frame”, sponsored by Broken Wings
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