A touch of orange,
A kiss of blue
Through the mist and through to you.

Wade the waters
Wade the crowd
Wade the voices drowning out.

All their jackets,
Anxious eyes
Blurred beneath the Bleacher lights

Tipping Lips sought
Clarity
Alleged static - him to me


And I
If only I knew
That at the end
Blooms something new
And all
The words that I've said
Have scattered with the Mist instead


Icy water calendars
Swimming wave-
To-grid with her.

Stride the lines
And numbered squares
Touch the autumn in her hair.

The mists have come
The waters rise
The fog has blurred
And cleared her eyes

Here for now
Soon- gone again
Wrap her up and then stay again



And I
If only I knew
That at the end
Blooms something new
And all
The words that I've said
Have scattered with the Mist instead


A touch of orange,
A kiss of blue.