Mist

• Aayush Rajouria, Grade 11, Sefton High School -
• Poetry
• 2018

Excellence Award in the 'Write Along 2018' competition

It writhes and turns,
And flickers and churns
All the while hiding, hiding in plain sight
And the sun and the moon do not see,
What misshapes them in its diaphanous veil
But you and I, we are of a different kind
We do and we don't, but we never feel
That is the plight of this, our magic
Away
Away
Away it goes,
And once it has gone, the moon radiant once more, awakens in its stow among stars
And that is the plight of this their bane,
We never see it come
We never foresee it go
That is the plight of this our mist