Moment volé (Stolen Moment)
Moment volé (Stolen Moment)
Calmness settles upon me
amongst the tendrils of the fog.
The cool moisture beads atop my skin,
cleansing the soul within.
A lone tree stands sentinel
to guard my instance of vulnerability.
A soft greyness cocoons me
from a constantly shifting world scant inches away.
Vague forms bustle by
as I languish in my nature-made cloak of invisibility.
Quietly enjoying the reprieve
from my socially-acceptable persona.
I turn the mask slowly
and watch its bright, gold reflection dancing in the air.
Knowing, inside, my soul
mirrors the soft, gentle grey of the fog.
Reprieve at an end,
I don my gilded mask and reemerge into the world once again.
Calmness settles upon me
amongst the tendrils of the fog.
The cool moisture beads atop my skin,
cleansing the soul within.
A lone tree stands sentinel
to guard my instance of vulnerability.
A soft greyness cocoons me
from a constantly shifting world scant inches away.
Vague forms bustle by
as I languish in my nature-made cloak of invisibility.
Quietly enjoying the reprieve
from my socially-acceptable persona.
I turn the mask slowly
and watch its bright, gold reflection dancing in the air.
Knowing, inside, my soul
mirrors the soft, gentle grey of the fog.
Reprieve at an end,
I don my gilded mask and reemerge into the world once again.
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