Through the Mist

I wrote this in response to Lorraine’s poem on her blog. Her poem, from which I borrowed the first line, made me feel something, but I wasn’t sure what the feeling was, so I wrote about it. 🙂 Sharing with Brian’s prompt about imitation.

Through the mist I saw
Memory, phantom-visions
Which I could not touch

Through the mist I saw
Places, people of the past —
Oh come back to me

Memory, phantom-visions
Seen in the night-time,
I remember you

Still I cannot touch
‘Til we are outside of time
In eternity

greyscale photography of person walking between trees
Photo by Jou00e3o Cabral on

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