The scream of mist

A myth lends me a hand

To a destiny’s fool

In conjunctions of fame

I paid my dues

Venture not in her name

For she can not be owned

Admire her astounding beauty

Dressed in her white gown

I turn my face around

This where I am

To meet a stand

In what weren’t my land

Where I a reckless boy

Learned play isn’t all joy

Aye, I should repent again

For her name is eternity

Aye, I don’t know how to love her

For her name is in the wind

She whom touched my heart

She whom I could not bless

This love tore me apart

A sheer time to confess

For whom I were a boy would play

A stranger to men’s pay

Abode to you whom forgave me

Daresay what stronger men told me

You and I were friends in a timeless dream

Of where I’d seen

The scream of nature’s call

As steam upon a gone fall

This dream isn’t yet done

Until I dream what I never found

©Thirgood McCullough