Fog

Fog, like a cool gray lake, settling in
On the crass efficient landscape, softening,
Rolling like a trusted comfort.

Cast your thoughts upon me, proud tears...
If you wish long enough, if you dare so hard,
Not a whisp, not a lick was ever wasted.

Greet me with your historical smile, hello!
Talk to me like miracles made tomorrow.
Hello ...my kiss, my hollow, my fellow breath...

Every man, woman, child, with that infant thought,
Believing, pleading, begging... relieving doubt.
Love me then, like misty trees, love and hear me.

Instead? No, instead we'll fall to whispers
Never making sure what we have done, we could have
Done? I don't remember - there it's severed.

Needing your midnight grass surprising on my skin,
Each blade so sweet and charmed by winter's breast,
Save a pallette for me, on your knees, set your colors aside...

Stir a foggy night.

-Gray Squirrel