She walks among the mist,.. lost;

looking for answers that may not come

she holds herself as she thinks about

this affair that's begun;

Like a dream she walks

among the silken mist...

it covers her body with ghostly

fingers that barely miss

touching the soul of this

dream who wanders forever

through the threads

of sunlight and beads of wanting,

weeping, searching forever

for the answers that are so haunting...

Crying out for answers that may not come

to enclose her in the arms of

this affair she has begun.


The End

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