Thursday, November 25, 2010
Foggy Morning - 1
In the midst of this, late yesterday I attempted to paint, perhaps to put some emotions and frustrations to rest. A work in progress….
And the mists beckon me come follow
Its mysteries to reveal
I lingered on the edge and laughed aloud
You tempt but are not true
You are mere illusion, a temptress
Eddying round on air and over ground
If I but follow I will find
Where you lead is further bound
By mists and mysteries yet never to reveal.
The answers I seek are as your mist
Shrouded and floating always from grasp
Leaving me in foggy drifts.
And I wonder
‘Where has love gone?’
And the mist replies “It never was”
But I sensed it here
”No, it but lingered near”
But I grasped in my heart I am sure
“ No... it was but illusion”
And in the mist as I turn
The illusion that is you is gone…..