PATTERNS IN THE MIST

The darknest night will always fade

into the dawn sublime

Yet first is born a scene unmarred

a moment freed from time

The flow of time just holds its breath

and magic can exist

Captured in surreal shades of grey

in patterns in the mist

The world lies cloaked in mist pristine

by hand of men unstained

Where silence reigns in peace serene

with spirit's calm regained

What once seemed real takes shifting form

what's real defined anew

By edges blurred and shapes unclear

and greys of varied hue

Each tree an island in the mist

so strong and yet so frail

A steadfast, surreal sentinel

on watch before the veil

What secrets lie beyond the veil

unseen by human eyes?

What mysteries undreamt yet dwell?

What voice unheard still cries?

For is the mist before our eyes

or is it in the mind?

Grey shields we use to hide ourselves

from truths to which we're blind

Each shape within the mists reflect

the truths within the soul

Defining faces of ourselves

at once both part and whole

Within the mists we feel as one

Though never dwell alone

For always ready, always there

the Light Within is shone

What once was grey shines now as white

through magic with a twist

And clarity and peace entwine

in patterns in the mist