Flow through the haze
Flow through with ease
The sun rises
And so, the moon
The fog will fall
Becoming dew
To feed fauna
Below.

Sometimes,
For writer’s sake
I am not what I mean.
When you awake
And I am me
Will you and I forsake?

For new and old, or once came and gone
a place that knows no boundaries.
Although a floating land they say
grounded in its stories.

Will you let your footprints taint
of what has always been?
And where do you stand when Winter comes
the air of solitude.

Its people will stay and play
honouring its lasting span.
Do you thank the snapshot filter
or condemn it ever was?

There is a give and take for peace
when two can come as one.

And me, my own
My soul’s embrace
To walk through fire
At my own pace
To see the birth
Upon my face
Would help me stand
In time and place.