Memories of Mist

By Cliff Lake

 

Memories of Mist

 

I have memories

Living within the skin,

Singing along the nerves,

Dreaming deep in the bone,

 

I don’t know what they are.

 

Some long ago

Where I have never been,

Where I have always been,

Where we used to be,

 

How lost are we?

 

Do the mountains mutter?

Do the oceans chant?

Does the sky weep?

Do the stars judge?

 

I would hear it all.

 

Once we ran with Puck and Pan,

Once we danced in the pixie ring.

Why did Fairie abandon us?

Or was she sent away?

 

Conquest isn’t always winning.

 

I feel song beyond the stars,

Melody played on sister moon.

I note the trumpet of the sun,

The orchestration of earth that thrums.

 

The language just beyond my reach…

 

Morning jewels lay on the grass,

Gossamer veils roll on the meadow,

Painted scenes on autumn tree,

Pillowed wonder of winter sparkling,

 

Magic diminished by industry.

 

Dreaming has carried me beyond,

Thought is interrupted by plan.

Still there whisper mysteries below my ken,

Tales of portent past,

 

I mourn what I have lost and do not remember.

 

I have memories

Living within the skin,

Singing along the nerves,

Dreaming deep in the bone,

 

I don’t know what they are.

 

Cliff Lake 3/5/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Wichita, KS, USA

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