a fog bound path

A dream, or a vision, or a remembrance from another time and place...

Last night I walked the fog bound path

and in the shades of deepening gray

I glimpsed a form among the ruins

And would have passed, and gone my way

But something bade me watch, and stay.

 

And so I watched this phantom sight

as all among the stones it moved;

around it shone a soft, pale light

As it sought for something  deeply loved!

but was this shade from Heaven above-

 

Or had it risen from some place

beneath this world, some cavern dark

cast up now to this shadowed space

to walk the earth yet leave no mark

of passing through the ruins, stark

 

and solitary on its quest?

 Even then I thought - perhaps I knew -

it was no strange ethereal guest.

Pale moonlight silhouetted  you!

Gliding over the evening dew.

 

Not mournfully, it seemed to me

Nor sorrowing for something lost,

But gathering up, within your arms

the wisdom from the paths you'd crossed;

the tears and laughter, all the cost

 

of life, as you had tasted life

across the years, the nights and days,

and joy, to outweigh all the strife;

A half-smile on your upturned face,

You vanished into moonlit haze!

 

I stood alone, within the mists

And wondered , was it all a dream ?

And  from the darkness came the hiss

Of water, trickling down a stream,

All else, silence-  what could it mean?

 

Some message from a spirit  world ?

Or from some faery-haunted wood?

Across the path I quickly whirled

And saw faint letters where you’d stood.

They spelled this  message  “All is good”

 

 

The moon returned, a gentle breeze

Began to lift the fog and mist,

The soft wind  sighed among the trees,

The stream now sparkled.  Starlight kissed

The message I had nearly missed.

 

In knowing that despite all things ,

sorrows, laughter, tears and smiles ,

You’d never lost your spirit wings

And brought this message ‘cross the miles

For those who’d loved you all the whiles;

 

And as I turned to walk away

My heart uplifted by this grace

The Eastern light dispelled the gray

As morning touched this ancient place

I found a smile on my own face

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Charmingly uplifting, poetically creative

Wonderful read

With love,

Matthew

[Julian]

Matthew, thank you for reading this and for your kind words. Blessings to you and yours.