By Amarthya Chandar
MIST OF THE HILLS
Tonight, I'll go into the mist
For there is no rain
And I'll feel the cold sting
While I wait for you.
You come like a flash of light
That goes away faster than it came.
I know it's a dream,
For I cannot find you anymore.
I'd give up tomorrow for a moment
If it had but you in it.
I don't want the world to see me,
For I fear the tears that rush
From voids that do not fill.
Now come on horseback
Take my sorrows away with the wind.
Drown them or ride them away.
I'll keep the calm you leave me.
Ride into the tide already,
For I know it's a dream
And the mist awaits me.
Amarthya Chandar is a wildlife biologist with a lifelong passion for poetry, who finds the fusion of environmental elements with everyday feelings and emotions enthralling.
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