Fog

Fog

I watch and wait, My eyes pointed alert for the break.

The dragoon, heavily clad pounds the earth, As a breakers wave claws at the crevasses on shore.

Where’s the patency that proliferates being? Where’s the architectural line That comes into view for you to define.

Fog…… cool……haunting…… Summons the souls of the dead. Sweeping captive those entranced.

Swirling stealthily making you unaware before it’s too late. You cannot move, it’s sealed your fate.

From whence does it come? And to where will its retreat end? For what is its purpose? Perhaps, to conceal and defend?

The secret vapour from the bowels of the earth, Or the driving winds from high above, Dissipates, as easily as it laid snare. Twill rise again from its dragoon like lair.