Light

M. J. Fraser Into the mist we wander Far and wide, we ponder About all that's been, what's yet to be For all around it's hard to see When the mists of yesterday rise and enclose Like water latched, stuck where it froze Ever present the clouds enwrap Thin tendrils, yet somehow they trap Perhaps ahead a light breaks through And mist retreats as it's wont to do And so we walk forward Moving ever toward The light.