Fog Leaves My Side
Into moonshine

I used to love the mist, it kept me safe, away from careful eyes, measuring every sight, words left me all too soon, I could not take back what I treasured, in your heart, I wanted to stay and yet, you closed the door, let me run with the shadows forgotten and unheard, avoided by sun rays, I met none on my way, no kindness or despair just quiet in a desert of feelings trapped and frozen.
Fog was my friend for a long time, I told it secrets soul couldn’t bear to the sun, I let go of my loss, in trusting mist, I realized I was never alone, not while I had branches and flowers, in this loving rain each drop takes anger to sunrise I yearn to smile again, I can be love, become the one I wish, hold hands with happy dreams today, tomorrow, if mist should lift while I look up, I will not miss the tendrils, I learned what I must seek and pray that all will fly as it should be into moonshine and grace.
I wanted more than love, a trust that never ends, if you were not the one to give, to comfort, and receive the tender care I shared, I leave your door now, throw the key, it doesn’t fit lock anymore, maybe it never was meant for your own.
I yearn to step in peace, won’t let twilight descend on soul, sun is my friend and dreams come flooding back in room where happy heart keeps smiling, no road back into sorrow, I’ve melted bridge to netherland, I’m here, and tomorrow looks bright and hopeful. I can fly in my heart, I trust this love I keep for me and all the kindred hearts I meet.
© 2022 Amy Christie
