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Swift as nightfall, it closes in Rolling over sea still as glass Thicker than smoke, darker than sin The fog, it tumbles in an impenetrable mass Blocking out the early light of day With tiny footsteps it creeps to the dock Softly stirring secret shadows Standing quiet, observing, I in my night frock Some part of me still dreaming of distant meadows Moving swiftly, it devours the very last of the sun’s rays I wrap my robe around me Making my way out of doors The fog, it deepens, struggling to be free And like a cat, crawls on all fours Up and over and past the bay Frightfully quick now it surges on Some part of me murmurs that my feelings are wrong My mind urges, “Do not fall prey to nature’s con!” Yet the sweet, seductive calling of the fog’s siren song Sends me dreamwalking into its heavy gray My spirits start to soar Engulfed and held by the fog’s thickening grasp Against my mind’s desire, I want more And as the fog turns suffocating, I gasp Falling to my knees in this place I long to stay The fog, ever enveloping me in its endless cloak Whispers words of freedom like the loveliest of poem I close my eyes, tripping, slipping, fumbling, tumbling, giving in to the beauty of the smoke Knowing deep inside that I am home And in the fog, forever I lay
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
Fog
Swift as nightfall, it closes in Rolling over sea still as glass Thicker than smoke, darker than sin The fog, it tumbles in an impenetrable mass Blocking out the early light of day With tiny footsteps it creeps to the dock Softly stirring secret shadows Standing quiet, observing, I in my night frock Some part of me still dreaming of distant meadows Moving swiftly, it devours the very last of the sun’s rays I wrap my robe around me Making my way out of doors The fog, it deepens, struggling to be free And like a cat, crawls on all fours Up and over and past the bay Frightfully quick now it surges on Some part of me murmurs that my feelings are wrong My mind urges, “Do not fall prey to nature’s con!” Yet the sweet, seductive calling of the fog’s siren song Sends me dreamwalking into its heavy gray My spirits start to soar Engulfed and held by the fog’s thickening grasp Against my mind’s desire, I want more And as the fog turns suffocating, I gasp Falling to my knees in this place I long to stay The fog, ever enveloping me in its endless cloak Whispers words of freedom like the loveliest of poem I close my eyes, tripping, slipping, fumbling, tumbling, giving in to the beauty of the smoke Knowing deep inside that I am home And in the fog, forever I lay
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
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