Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Seven Things

I am as insubstantial as the mist on a cold fall morning.

I effect nothing and no one as I glide through the solid world around me.

Nothing touches me either.

I am cold and gray and turn the landscape into vague shadows of things that once were.

I muffle the voices that call to you from the land of light and amplify the lone wolf cry.

I twist and turn, but never move.

And just when you think all is lost, I step aside and let the sun shine through with a radiant glory you have never known before.

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