The Forest and the Mist

from Barefoot Journeys by Evan Symonds

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I chanced to wake early this morn,
I looked outside, I drank the sight.
There night had left its memory,
lingering thought, mist in the woods.

Through sturdy boughs and over ground,
caressing all, forgotten tryst,
the mist to me more deeply true
than trunks concealed in foggy hue.

More woods than the very woods itself,
mist more real than forest caught
within its glowing, hovering soul,
soul of the woods, tales to unfold.

The mist to me revealed its heart
and I could see; it concealed not
but stirred abroad its melodies…
deepest songs of misty me.

For I did live and then I died.
Another morn, I started new.
Like forest steeped in evening’s dew
and lightly posing on my mind.

Have we wandered? Have we wondered?
Have we lingered on the thought?

Nudged now by vague or firm recall,
familiarity warms and beckons all.
Mist of my lives stirring the mind…
this isn’t the first and only time.

I hear my songs from deep the mist
clear ringing forth with certain bliss!
More me than what we merely see,
I am, as you, what can only be.

The voice you know before you hear
once rang through other throat and chest,
a voice you’re sure is kind and dear;
you loved so then, you loved it best.

Immediate foe! Immediate friend!
We resume the plot where it seemed to end;
yet endings are but pause for breath
and deeds now done do outlive death.

Have we wandered? Have we wondered?
Have we lingered on the thought?

How is it that we run the track,
ignoring that we’ve trod before?
So many times calling back
people, purpose, port and shore.

I chanced to wake early this morn.
I looked outside, I drank the sight.
There night had left its memory…
lingering thought, mist in the woods.



© 2013 by Evan Symonds. All rights reserved.

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