The Forever Mist

The moon is whole, finally noticed now.
From the sun it stole the light of a lotus flower.
The hangings have halted and the village stares together.
The guillotine unsalted and blood stains gone with weather.
Not a soul to death tonight, the sentenced can breathe.
But with a toll comes this night, and through it the damned will weep.

The little girl whose father spoke of a day
From that small white world, could not look away.
With a pendant in hand, she kneels to sing a song,
If mother were here, she'd surely sing along.
Wonders of where and questions of how
Would bother her then but comfort her now.

In the light that winds through the trees
God again reminds them of beauty.
The air so thin that travelling is effortless.
With signs of wind unravelling this forever mist.
The laws are stuck and the devil asleep.
The floors of mud so dry and weak.

For three years she had come home to one.
So many tears of loneliness and none.
Though tonight her eyes are wide and dry,
As she asks her father for one last lie.
He thought what he dare not say,
He said
My daughter, mom'll be back one day.
What could he say to a child of only seven?
She said
Don't worry dad, mom smiled at me from heaven.