the morning fog
that hangs
like an albatross
by and by
shall lift

as age-old pains
pernicious
like bad memories
these too will go
adrift

by the wayside

here and now
my love
this world alone
was never meant
for thee

discarded fears
we must fling freely
and leave them all
even those held dearly
are merely

obliged to be
anywhere but here
and even in spirit
can only
appear to be

as we shall keep them
by the wayside

Peace/Love

m(~_~)m