Quill & Ink

Fog and Mist

Fog clouds the mind

Mind clothes the fog

Fog, the opposite of Home

Fog, the synonym of home

The interminable fog of existence

I see you through the fog

Faint, fleeting, fighting

Fight, always fighting

Struggling for victory, yet still fighting

Fog, cold, binding, blinding

Transform it, escape it, ignore it

Fog has no substance, to fight it is to fight oneself

The impossible battle, the useless battle

Mist frees the mind

Mind welcomes the Mist

Mist, the synonym of Home

Mist, the opposite of home

The promised mist of tomorrow

I wait for you in the Mist

Strong, joyful, Free

Free, always free

Run towards the Mist

Mist, cool, comforting, colorful

Change the fog for the Mist

Want it, Will it, Be it.

Cease fighting the fog.

The voices of the lost haunt the Fog.

The voices of the hopeful light the Mist

Make the choice, be free, 
and embrace the future

In the Fog, the past is a chain

In the Mist, the past is road

The road out of the Fog

Towards the Mist

Be the Rainbow, 
Be the Waterfall, 
Be the Light

Join me in the Mist

The wonderful, joyous Mists of Home.

The scent of you still lingers in my mind

Yet the quality is

Ephemeral

More like a

Memory

Real and potent

Yet

Distant and fleeting

As if trying to

Escape

The tangled web of

Memory

I embrace the scent

I welcome it.

A scent like a

Memory

Cannot be grasped

Only chased after, only coaxed.

The Chase

A part of the Wyld

The dance of memory and life.

Your scent leads me on

I follow with expectation

Our hearts pumping and pounding

Still, your scent

Surrounds me

So that when you are gone

Your scent remains to start the

Chase Anew

How I await each new breath

Each new memory

Each new

Chase . . .