The MIst ©©

A thick mist rolls across a naked land

A land scared will a billion heartaches

A billion souls scratching the earth for peace

Watered with oceans of bitter tears and a drop of pity

A thick mist kneels down to the ground

Embracing the passage of time

Caressing yesterday

For the tomorrows that may be or not

A thick mist hides what mustn’t be seen

From light or darkness

Light of day only brings on the shadows

Darkness of night hides them away

A thick mist rides a white stallion across the land

What is it bringing?

Is it love?

Or the four horsemen of the apocalypse

A thick mist silently comes……….

Walker