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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