Beyond the Mist

Six months ago, I went to a country.
A state of mind was its terrain,
Wonder, resolve and flow were its waters.

Far, far away from your jagged edges,
I paddled in those white waters,
Growing worlds and lives in my path.

Now, she and I pack in our shores,
Looking up wistfully at the mist,
Beyond which our world awaits us.

It is ours, hers and mine.

Featured image: A woman and two children by a fountain by Francisco Goya, via

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