Garry Wiley

Woman in the mist

My mind won’t recall the woman in the mist
She floats just beyond my reach

I beckon her closer, arms out to touch
But my heart just swells with loss breached

I cast my mind backwards to the time of my youth
Where she held me and guided my through
I recall the lessons she taught me
But her image just stays out of view

I remember her love as a feeling