Sands and Mist


In the mist
Of a forgotten morning,
Stands alone,
In sadness;
Wearing the black of mourning,
Looking out
Across seas,
Solitary on the sands,
Reaching out
With his heart,
Thoughts of her in unseen lands;
In the mist
Heart like a fist, he’s crying.


In the foggy
Of a mourning dawn,
Crying alone,
In half awake dreams;
Watching the passion of history
Twisted and frozen by time
On the surface of crinkled
And rugged rocks.

Reaching out
With her heart,
Hears of his in unfold arms;
In the foggy
Heart like a waterfalls, she's weeping.

(words of Sable Tang)

Waves crashing,
Tossing salty drops in air,
Wind moaning
Across sand,
Mistily outward he stares
And he stands
In waiting,
Listens for one who’s not there,
Waves crashing.

Come to me in the willow wood.
Beside the walks whispering stream,
We’ll tell each other our travels,
And whisper off into a shared dream.

Gloom 99

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