Poem From the Ether

Whoa! I have NO idea where this came from - except from faucon saying he’d never walk in fog again. It tumbled out exactly as you see; whoosh, bang, boom. Always sort of freaks me when that happens.


Never say never
She never has said
I’ll spin silvered air
Into gossamer thread
I’ll call down a moonbeam
A diaphanous dream
And set it to weaving
Viscous clouds of sweet cream
Where moist meets the mountains
In a lush pearled haze
Time ceases to trickle
Ageless white days
Alabaster eternal
With the future before
The gray ghost of the past
Through a mist shrouded door
Never say never
‘The End’ or amen
In this soft timeless fog
You just might
Walk again


©Edwina Peterson Cross