Through The Mist

Virtuoso

take me home

to a place

I’ve never been before

 

Virtuoso

play my song

in a voice 

I’ve never heard in lore

 

Virtuoso

be my Muse

your flute heard calling

through the mist

 

Virtuoso

fortune’s child

when darkness casts

— my soul remiss

 

(1st Book of Prayers: June, 2024)

 

 

 

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