Conscious
in our Mystic place
hidden like children
we whisper
and watch

Tides churning
over the deep
where we sleep
and we snore
lost in our thoughts

Breathe in
the night
and second sight
and all we've been
and all we're given

Let hope return
on wings aloft
Like a soft
and dewy
snow storm

driven

(December 2nd, 2017)