He by Adam Parry

 

Hidden in the Haar's hapless caress

held up in its raw embrace.

All else invisible, but for

shapes in this ghost brought to Earth

forgotten here in the Haar

 

never known

unborn

undead

memories frozen

thoughts unexposed.

 

He, laughs at loneliness,

in a world of white

and then the hands of sunlight

take his

into the coloured in world

where life belongs

and he yearns for the cold fog’s lost embrace.