The Moon Breaks The Mist
The moon breaks the mist reveals my heartache
In shadows cast on the barren landscape
A sere fog encroaches to overtake
each faltered step as I try to escape
The sage glow that illuminates my soul
Pulls haunting memories deep from long past
each furrow reveals the lines of my scroll
each plowed choice to tear and tear and gash
Desolate sentinels stand tall and bleak
watch the dawns awareness as it engulfs
Gentles the iron bleakness I may seek
In its onset the nature of myself
Peace arrives in the char of the moons flare
New days and second chances become clear
(clarice) 02/15/2015
This sonnet written for Lady Di
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