Empty Our Fists Of Air

In rare moments
when I try to decipher us
clarity and undulating mist
tantalizing enticing
beckons me into this maze
yet again..

no beginnings no end
suspended in thoughts and hearts
this place we call Avalon
entangled between reality and dreams
these invisible strings
pull incessantly..

footsteps wavering back and forth
cajoled tormented by
the admonishments of a confused psyche
and yet the heartprints mock
this strange dilemma
as we try to erase what we never realized

heart full of emotions inexplicable
years of conditioning and trodden path
only one clarity emerges -
a strong need to let go
and we move on without looking back
as we empty these fists of air....

~Madeira Aftab~

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