Lost in the Mist
Grey fingers soft as a pickpocket's,
Soundless and sightless, have taken the sun--
Poacher in the kingdom of the blind.
Guests and ghosts of the realm steal in and out,
Cozened into thinking that
Feet pressed to the ground--
Ensure the lost land will be restored,
The theft of the sun will be recouped.
Sydney Peck is a schoolteacher of English, and a keen musician. Writes and composes poetry and songs for a hobby. Married with three grown up children, he has lived in Canada, USA, Ireland, England, and Russia.
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