Drawn Back. Poem by Miki Byrne

Drawn Back.


Unseen.
Brushed away by human hands
As a wisp of spiders web,
The lonely soul skimmed low and fast,
Dipping and spinning in misty spirals.
Searching, still searching.

The lake glacial blue and still
Beckoned in its glittering smoothness
Drawing her back.
She hovered, seeking the mirrored surface,
Finding the place
Where one last memento lay.

Then, the wisp above
And the cold still face below,
Like image and reflection
Could merge as a breath into an open mouth
And the roaming at last,
Might cease.