Soft and tender misty fog
Envelops my being, as an
Unseen presence stirs memories
Of moments in quietude-
Heaviness clouds me into
A log, as I place
My hand only to find
Ethereal space;
It is a trace
In mind and heart,
A vision in awakened sleep
Constantly condensing peace
In tears of grief
That slide down the cheek;
The hours spent to seek
the solace
Of the tender misty fog,
That brought inner peace
And relieved the stress;
But does true love ever
fall from Grace?
Leaving one in a blind
Race; Life may cease,
But will trust return to
Unlace the gasping fog-
And with the tender touch
And misty warmth, embrace...
And with sunshine, the distance, replace?