From Mist

She conjured loneliness from mist
And swirled it in a bowl;
Ephemera and shadow play
Became her clothes and role —

She rode the waves of fate and mood
Towards fantasies she’d kissed:
Then watched her dreams turn into years,
And years turn

Into mist

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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