It hangs  
Distorting  
Deceiving  
Unasked for
But welcomed
Unprotested

Its stillness reaches
Each of us
Invading hearts and minds
Slinking sultry serpent
We breathe it
Unbeknownst
Does it change us?

Maybe if I turn my head just slightly
Looking looking looking but
Not really looking
Maybe I'll see one

They habit the misty lands
Don't they?
It is there that they wander
There that they haunt
Is it not?

We fear them
The unknown
The unusual
The impossibility

But the fog whispers
Softly
To those who will listen

Do not fear the
Soft eyes a'smolder

Do not fear the
Wild windblown whisps
Lashes long
Shining flanks
Rippling silver

Do not fear them
Sometimes passing
Never staying
Everknowing
Drifting in silence
In and out
With the tides of the fog