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
Garry Wiley
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THE GUIDE DOG
How magnificent he was.
Guiding his Master through the busy train station,
DARK WINTERS NIGHT
What a night,
The rain pelted the windows,
The sound heavier
As the hours progressed
MISTY MORNING
Misty, grey, November morning,
Everything still,
The sky is grey,
As the rain falls
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