The mist I love - I need <br />The blue mist that rises <br />From the valleys of guilt <br />Drowsy in their guilty silence: <br />And in the mist, the blue mist <br />I feel it go around me like a snake <br />I feel it press yet it bites not <br />And hides me more within its folds <br />Till earth dwindles; there I <br />Am on Earth and yet imprisoned such <br />As out of this earth am I; <br />And in the sun <br />Of misty days in winter <br />I sing a Poet’s song alone.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mist-i-love-i-need/
