Behind the Fog

Among a gas of hidden, the light shapes into a crescent. 

The top forming the land of the empty; 

the bottom engulfed in a shadow.

All will cease to exist one day. 

The light will escape and glow in bland surroundings.

There is a delicate view among rumble of the dull. 

Across is the rock that stores the casing of our emotions. 

You and I will go through the fog to rid of what we have been given. 

Soon we will dance in the world 

hidden behind the flat sky.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A nice journey in the words. I liked where the story ended in the poetry.
"You and I will go through the fog to rid of what we have been given.
Soon we will dance in the world
hidden behind the flat sky."
Good to find the light and dance with a beloved. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote