Into The Mist

We walk in moss

Breathe in

thick grey fog

And sink in depths

Of soft moist earth

Its pungent mix

Of death and life

It smells of wind

And ocean spray

With stars at night

Outside of time

We walk transfixed

Until we wake

And dance at dawn

To bring the light

We live our lives

An easy pace

I trace a path

Between the leaves

Within the earth

I blaze the trees

To mark the course

we leave a trail

the breadcrumbs leave

your fingertips

With bits of sand

We leave this trace

To mark the course

And keep our pace

My mind drifts

Thoughts disperse

In tiny cuts

They break away

I lose the track

And mourn its loss

Yet do not know

What transpired

I see the marks

Yet stand confused

And wander still

You take my hand

And walk beside

We pass through light

into the mist.

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This story also appears on Medium by Tree Langdon, the author.