Future

Willing it out of the mist,
That great grey swirling in the distance.
Hope pierces.

Seeing formless shadows,
Materialise, dance and disperse.
Creating new shapes,
From thoughts and desires.

A smoky light,
Blinks into existence.

Interlaced with silvery weaving threads,
It beams with a happy eye,
Confiding the future,
It carries in its wake.