The Mist

by Morgan

The Mist

The Mist Speaks of Broken Memory,
Silhouette of Silent Sound,
Raindrops of Forgotten Bliss
Falling all around.

The Mist Whispers of Hollow Wonder,
Mighty Portents of Cacophony,
Sealed in Lavish Empty Time,
Unspoken Soliloquy.

The Mist Calls out of the Waking Calm,
Transcending Impetuousness,
Waiting in the Breathless Hush
Of Long Remembered Forgetfulness.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph by: BraCom (Bram) on Flickr

9 Comments to “The Mist”

  1. Beautiful…great imagery with your word choices.

  2. Lovely Morgan, more like that 🙂

  3. I just may never look at Mist the same. Cheers, Dear Morgan!!

  4. How very tender this is.. I love it.

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