What mist it that?

What mist is that?

That floats in the eve

Is it where I once

Joined hands

And rode the stream?

 

What sky is that?

So red and blue

I wait for the pinks

And reds dark hue

 

What cause was that?

That took your life

Was it worth it

Was what was lost

The best of times, thought

 

What mist is that?

That wraps my soul

Is it one from where others once told

 

Of time and space

Of a masters grace

Where truth is sold

With rhythms deep bold

 

What mist is that?

That wraps us all

And steals the air

Of oxygen

Of time

Of where I’ll go

When mist threads

To an untimely end, so bold

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