If Only

If only a poem could come out of the mist that hides the mountains and turns the road into a tunnel of silvery light. If only a poem could come out of the eerie silence like nothing I have heard before. Beautiful, misty quiet, pregnant with sound, beating like hidden music in my heart. Mist I cannot hold within my hand which disappears into nothingness. If only....

You've read  of  free articles. Subscribe to continue.
QR Code to If Only
Read this article in
QR Code to Subscription page
Start your subscription today