WHITE FOG

White fog
Frosted earth
Enfolds me
In a blanket

A light cave
Of heart warmth
And soul awareness
On this eve of Solstice
And this time of reversal

Cut the chains
That hang
From this soul
To the earth
And prevent the rise
And the death

That is
The perfection
We seek

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde

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