Let it Be

Came confused,
and compelled,
by circumstances of my confection.

Hermitage, I sought, in an alien land.
Had a house to hibernate;
there was no place to hide.

All I knew was abandoned,
what I met I knew not, did not want to.
Dreams frozen were singed, I had to let go.

New ones tempted.
Should I? May I?
I had to. Wanted to.
I had forgotten how.

I turned away, wasted.
Then embraced too hard.

Somewhere in between,
between the daze of indifference and the despair of promise,
and trying --
too hard, too little --
I found my patch of sky.

When I let it be.

Magic in the Mountains

The mist closed in,
driving everything out of sight.
Its embrace set some demons free.