Mistfall

Mist falls
down on broken
memories
downing on obstructed
heaves
downing
on frail blurred
images
downing on words
long subdued
downing on
outdated sepia photographs
on firesides
still ablaze
downing and shrouding
of ethereal candour
all things and living beings
downing to conceal the dawn
downing on a quiescent
skyline
downing on dew-soaked
grass
downing
frail and sorrowful
guardian angel
downing on scars
unhealed
downing and dissolving
the pain of all of mankind
downing weightless
untouchable feather
downing on my labored
breathing
on my bashful overshadowed
heartbeat
downing weightless
in a rustle
of melancholy
downing
frail and celestial
guardian angel
downing to wipe away
the past
a cure for every
injury
downing weightless
quenching
the ember of a wandering
spirit
the feeble light of a distant
visage
downing and shrouding
of ethereal candour
the snow-white rose I had
gifted you
downing
soaking of crystalline terse
memories
downing on your flushed
cheeks
downing on my hands
neglected
downing
in a blind eternal
embrace
downing
nostalgic comrade
downing weightless
damped in my tears
frail and celestial
guardian angel
of a wandering spirit
reaching out for
the feeble light of a distant
visage

in downing mist,
my hand lies still untaken