Someday this summer I will cross through a mist Gravity will release my burdens And I will float, just for a second Just enough to make it through the rainbow The spectrum of color for the chosen ones The vision of the unlikely It's the country of the lost On that side of the rain The land flows with milk and honey Promises are unspoken And the unwanted drink freedom wine From grape vines large and plentiful There will be room for me there - R.R. Tavárez *Photo by Delaney Boyd.
Into the Mist
