The Mist

May 8, 2010 /

The breeze is cool on my neck
The water is clear as it falls
In a pool below my feet
Like a knight with broad shoulders
Dark skinned eyes that gleam
Through the mist he appears
To take my hand and guide me
The warmth from his hand
Hits me like waves that cause me to shiver
I take a moment to quiet my thoughts
Keeping them holy
My heart always misses a beat when he is near
Through the mist we escape,
lost in time and space.

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Lela Jefferson Fagan

Lela Jefferson Fagan is the author of the book “Poetry of a Black Girl: The Darkness and the Light” and lead blogger at “Memoirs of a Black Girl”. Lela is an avid reader “A Real Bookworm” of all things in print. She finds joy in sharing socially and blogging about topics that matter the most to her. Born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. Lela now lives in Houston, TX with her husband Oji, an educator and Football Coach. @LelaJFagan - See more at: http://www.memoirsofablackgirl.com/