beneath this wisp
of phantasmic mist,
i wait
for you.
soul,
surrendered so
long ago
to your pale brilliance.
but where are you?
dancing with
Samhain?
this is Samedi,
so don’t leave me
longing,
in vain.
Devils
and Demons and
Prayers to the Dead,
belie
the wonder
of you….
mystical
fantastical
luminous
you.
so,
i wait,
with impatient calm,
wait,
to glimpse again
your shadowy light,
glimpse,
that i may once again
touch
mine infinity.
slipping
&
sliding
through this patchwork sky,
fly
free.
fly
safe.
fly back ,
to me.
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