Lost in loves lumbering and rolling mists
Foreign yet crisp and refreshing on my warm cheek
A blustery misty fog tides my frame over to you
My eyes peer open, uncertain and blinded
Brace forward arms outstretched
Cushions of air break my fall, softly, tenderly
Slippery wet pebbles underfoot jar into my soles,
A sanctuary patch of dewy green grass to rest, toes slithering through
Unbalanced through my knees,
Although strong but weakened at my ankles
Tipping forth, tipping forth I fall
Falling I cannot see,
Landing I cannot feel,
Arising I cannot grasp,
Lost in loves lumbering and rolling mists
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lost in loves. I like it. good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.