Mist

Mist

I am blinded by the dark rays of the shadows
Feathers floating down touch and burn my flesh
My feet ache from carrying an empty load
I grow weary of searching
I lay my head down on a soft bed of cool grass
My eyes close, by breath grows shallow, I drift…
I drift off and a mist forms within my consciousness
A pulsing energy enters my spirit
A bright light from a far away land is a new gift
I am lifted
I smile within my mind as his light enters my soul
The sounds of crackling air stirs me back
As I arise, I gaze about and rub my eyes
A fine whispering mist has formed within the fields
I am lifted

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Published by Drew Frederic

Photographer, Artist, Poet, Chef, and Photojournalist.

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