The forest ahead of me,
Bare branches reaching
into the mist.
I look for the path before me
Under the damp fallen leaves.
My shedded past.
My feet shuffle through
Looking for the way
That leads me into the mist.
Mist in my mind
Covering my mind
Healing my mind.
Softening hard memories
Releasing them to rise
Into the branches above.
Softening my heart,
A gathering comes forth
Of all my roles in life.
Blending them into one
Bringing forth my beloved
One within me.
Into the swirling mist
As I find my way
On the hidden path.
Hi Marjorie, Arline here signing on
Thanks Arline, it worked. I just have a few things my end to figure out, there are so many nobs and whistles. Men don’t think in simple terms for us uninitiated in the world of technology.