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