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Water, smooth as a mirror, shiny as death.

I am the lake, the lake is me.

Are you the mist hovering over

my haunted vision and fractured mind?

Lost am I but bemused by your fragile beauty.

Your cold breath on my face telling me I am alive.

Mist taking me away, quick call my Mother. I’m about to drown.

Moon above, face of my unknown lover.

ME, unexisting and far away.

Stars pinpricking me delicately.

Light years beyond my puny life, my pagan world.

I am you and you are me.

Gods and Goddesses of Mother Nature.

Timeless, you are my moon, my mist, my fog,

my mountain, my lake, my river, my Halloween Samhain 2004.



mistnaturesamhain 2004nightpagan

◄ OUT/IN series of mad poems 2001



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