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?
2 comments:
Tender misty fog ...gasping fog ... memory can be both at once or fluctuate between the two. The question of whether or not sun could ease the distance? No one can tell before its time. Sweet sad poem!
Such peace and serenity you create with this wonderful poem;)
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