weighing on my heart

mist

come, conceal away
dark mist, I dare not gaze on
the ills of this world

beauty concealed

rising with dawn’s light
I marvel at what night has
managed to conceal

poor moth, touched by hands
you crumble to dust and fade
when blown in the wind

hidden from the moon
hearts now rest among shadows
to conceal their wound

hauntingly, the wind
paints an orange veil of dust
to conceal the sun

once more night arrives
promising more colours than
darkness can conceal

the indignant sun
will not let winter conceal
mankind’s wastefulness

why so dark this day?
what do you seek to conceal
oh, mischievous mist

J M Lysun