You tell me today of things I've yet to know.
Of misting up to the heavens as I breath it all in.
Smeeching my soul
A fohat that invades my ride.
Awake my divine release of this dividing light.
All I have to do is to say it and the feeling is there.
The burst between here and so near to there.
I wave in this breath, a new goodbye;
Things that can only be spoken alone and to the sky.
You and I know this well.
See you in the mist sometime behind my eyes.
In this promise today
You reached from that place
and made me feel that misting of our souls.
-Sonja J. Johnston © 30-Dec-2015
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