Little One

Little one at the edge of Moon Lake
Eyes cast upon the surface
Hand grasping at wisps of fog
That roll translucent out of the dark waters
Call out to the monster in the deep
Say the word and it will take you
Beyond the realm of your desire
Past silver lands carved from the stuff of dreams
Fairy-tale meadows soft as clouds will be your bed at night
You need never return to this place
Say what is, and surrender to the dark
Let go the harsh light of truth and forget
Embrace the fear, and become a part of it
Say the word

Photo by Karol Wiśniewski from Pexels

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