For visually challenged writers, the image shows a path between an avenue of trees. Shadows from hidden sunlight fall across the path, but mist obscures the way forward…
Through the sunlit cathedral
Could I be looking at the mists of Avalon?
Are Arthur and Merlin waiting beyond the veil?
If I continue walking, would I finally find Camelot?
Would the true mysteries be revealed to me?
My heart was pounding, my footsteps slow to a crawl
If I entered the mist, would I return, would I want to?
Part of me willed the mist to clear, to see nothing more
than the continuing avenue of gold tipped trees
I reached the tree where the half-clipped moon shone through
I stood still, hardly breathing
My soul longing to walk through the mist
Find Camelot and beg the Gods to let me stay.
My true thinking mind knew better
Some mysteries must remain unknown…