mist
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6:00pm on a Wednesday, the soft rain has left a vapor in the air that settles on your skin like sweat. The sky fills with clouds and sun to spread a yellow hue across the atmosphere like looking through aviator glasses.
Its veil that surrounds me,
Soft and secure,
In thin, sleepy wonder,
The world is obscure.
The thick air heralds thoughts
Of misty ship moorings
A sloop, gliding in to rest
A single loon floated above the winter
Harbor mist. Gliding between masts of sunken,
Broken ships. Swirling circles like an eclipse
Of the moon. An entrancing stillness heard there
In life we are given many tokens of worldly greatness,Staring us in the eyes through a mist,A dark fog with nowhere to see anything in front of us,Except for those objects that are inanimate.
Floating
Hovering above where I want to be
Reality isn't about keeping calm
or carrying on
Reality is fog in a forest
Orange trees swallowed whole
Unaware of what is said or heard
Glancing out the dusty window,
I see the mist slowly fall,
I look into the mirror hanging on my wall,
I inspect myself thoroughly finding things to blame,
I pick and prod and tear apart my body’s external frame,
Good morning and good night
To you whose always let me down
We're dancing apart in this twilight
You're rising sun tares me down.
I followed you into te haze
Not realizing you never looked back
