Dancing in the Mists
Sea so faintly spritzed upon my skin washes my face again
In awakened bliss,
Far from places of sadness and pretended importance
That deceived my light into graves’ unappreciated wreaths.
These words fall from pouted lips as I must leave you to seek company with the shores of my free-spirited youth;
None as fair as my now and none so grand as the place
Where I know I always stand.
I am only here for just a speck in a mushrooms time and
Rhyme, I am, I must
Yes, and always, try to dance without fuss
My time is eternal and this moment as me,
Is but a dream of my own choosing
Can it be happy?
Will I be spiritually rich?
Is this felt knowledge my own epiphany of how everything is so perfectly kitsch?
I will dance inside the promised communion kiss
Hold the hand of one that lifts me above the grass
Just enough, so that I may continue
Dancing in the Mist
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