clean slate

there will be
no shadows cast
this day


a darkened haze
lay over
frozen waters

 

quelling
the urge
to tread upon

 

yet
desire running
deep with in

 

an unexplored path
a temptation
of the unknown

 

probing self
to change
to chance

 

is it a question
of fate
or faith

 

in
a mystifying mist
is there
a consequence
in self doubt

 

tomorrow
wake from
this dream
the fog lifts
the ice melts
and
see

 

a
clean slate