If this be a kindly mist

If this be a kindly mist

Then I wish to surrender to it

Fall into its unclarity and darkness

As into a soft and giving sleep

But it must be Love:

It must love me like no other

And cause me to love in return

- To love the mist itself

And the shapes that rise in it,

Bodies softened,

Hard lines blurred

If this mist be Love

I wish to view all things in and through it

I wish never again to see clearly, boldly, singly

I wish never again to see the world divided, sorted, sifted

But joined, surrounded, lost in obscurity together

May the mist be thick enough to hide from me my own hands

Left from right, right from left

Good from bad, right from wrong

So that I can move unselfconscious

Unobserved and unnoticed

Should I feel myself tugged at by a hidden hand

Toyed with, pushed and pulled

Twisted round to face...

(What?)

Let me give in to the swirl, fold, whisper

And find myself taken in

Encircled, embraced and

Lost at last