Mountains and Rivers 285

The sacred mist rolled in and captured

the shoreline as if to say we are here now,

more real, more tangible than you or I thought

not caring for what we think

yet essentially tied to the core

remembering the first people, holding

on, until the permanent time

when the fire we have started

comes to an end, burning itself out,

as the mist takes over.

It is the end, and yet the beginning.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”


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