Kislev, the Month of Dreams (2)

 Mist and fog and morning,
  all my friends,
  want to frame my thoughts
  with pewter colored goals;
  apprenticing at life
  and studenting at leisure,
  coming to the same lake,
  desire,
  where the light burns steadily
  as the mountains 
  swallow up the noise
  and shelter me from
  my lost
 
  silence
 

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