Lost in these grey mists

by K. Kylyra Ameringer

My mind is the eagle's breath

Streaming down

From the hills to cloud

Cry for the sun in horror

My shame

Billowing banks of broken ideas

I can't see you

Lost in these grey mists

Vital clarity is gone

Adrift in transformation

Why did you give me that book to read?

Mirrored pages and broken wings

Only one way out

Up the steep waterfall

And three thousand miles back to you

A week from Sunday

A lifetime between