Golden Mist

Golden Mist

I look around me

but the mist has grown denser

flattening the volume of the world before me


I try to peep beyond the mist


I see waters rising all around me

waves shattering on the fragile platform where I am standing

and the heaving breathing, sneezing of the sea

spraying me with moisture and salt

the waters are dark and their furious seething is scary

and yet night after night I return to this place

each time the waters are a little higher, a little more threatening

and soon I will have to swim


I see endless plains and hills and clefts stretching before my feet

and a strange pale luminescence in the sky

it is hard to believe that from this flatness a world will emerge

that sharp contours will once appear occupying space and casting shadows

made of colors so bright they will awe my eyes used to dimness

the dimness of a golden mist pregnant with my dream


About Erik Vincenti Zakhia

Dear all, I will share with you many of my poems, short stories, drawings and paintings telling of my journey of self-discovery and my reflections about life, love, art, spirituality, sexuality, kundalini rise, and twin flames. You will also come across many paintings by Chantal Peguiron that are intimately related to my artwork. They all fall within the realm of Hazen. If you like it, don’t hesitate to subscribe and follow me on social media! May you have an inspiring visit!

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