Can you thread the wind that turns the tide?
The East,
Dark
Distant
Lonely Frozen eyes searching.
The twilight of your visions.

Can you trace the leaves that call your name?
The past,
Cold
Broken
Tragic
Callous hands grasping.
That twisting pull you backwards.

Can you hold the mist that breathes with life?
The stage,
Flames
Burning
Embers
Choices made blindly.
To falter is to perish.

Can you teach the dark to love the light?

MJ Flack