Poems of the dark.

As a morning mist you leave

 traces of  your visits,

The poems of the dark,

Fantasies of a fogged up mind,

Realities forgotten,

I hang in the thin air,

Gripping to the mountain cliff,

To fall deep into the cold water,

Swimming continents to meet you,

To freeze the time and zone ,

To find reasons for your absence,

As the morning rays wake me awake,

I clutch the last straw to bring you back,

Wiping the mist from my eyes desperately…

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