• Mist, rising
    from the sand.
    Barren wastes
    blank no more?
    Mist, rising
    barren fades,
    hidden surely
    by the fog.

    But, does it
    haunt the plain,
    beneath the
    tattered veil?
    Or, does it
    lose it’s truth
    as sight of the
    sands below?

    Truth, is it
    face of veil,
    or face of
    desert waste?
    Truth, is it
    mist remains
    or fades into
    the dry wind?

    Only time will tell.