Posted by

Swirling mist like smoke obscures

Ahead we go conscripting now our second sense

Improvising making patterns of our blindness

Wishing for the lightning flash

Or a comet in the black of night

Expose the vision hidden bright in future’s veil

It’s dance a light but shyly, coyly

Demurs from introductions

Leaving us to guess her name.

Leave a Reply