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Fey: The Mists of Morrow
by Alison McKenzie
I have been absent
From the once called magic,
The forest floors of moss
And lofty heights of
Mountain ways.
Lost to the sea of
Once-Love,
That decadent dip
Into radiant pools of proposal,
Momentary invitations
Now faded into
The Mists of Morrow.
I have gone missing,
The core of my soul and I,
My inner innocence
Quelled to hush
Wandering aimless
Among moment-blossoms,
Knowing neither hunger nor thirst,
Knowing neither direction nor intent.
Should you discover me, here,
I pray you
Bring me,
For without your voice,
I may be swallowed.
Aye,
Without your voice,
Forever lost to worldly sight,
Fade to vanish,
My magic and my heart. 09/10/2014 Posted on 09/10/2014
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 09/11/14 at 01:39 PM Very pretty dancing lite your magic |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/12/14 at 12:26 AM There is a lovely melancholy to this. "I have gone missing,
The core of my soul and I," Ali, may your magic reassert and your soul soar. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/12/14 at 07:34 PM I know what it means, when you can't cease, find it next to impossible to stop loving somebody, and the result is this enduring melody, enchanting to say the least. |
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