In The Mist She Was Standing
Seven milestones…
Under a watching autumn eye
Contorted trees are spreading forth
The message of the wind
With frozen hands I rode with the stars
With anger the wind blew
Giving wings to my stallion
Clouds gathered across the moon
Blazing the white light
Passing the lake I know so well
I am near, yet so far away
Arrival…
I saw her shadow (standing) in the darkness
Awaiting […]
