Voice In The Fog - Poem by Randy McClave
The first time that I met you, I loved you
Even though I never saw your face
Your voice was what I heard it was your debut
And that was the day that I began my chase,
It all started out with my usual morning walk
Alone, Just myself and my loyal dog
The weather was a hazy mist so I began to talk
And then I heard your voice, inside the fog.
We carefully walked together down the road
As the fog covered both of our faces
And never did we ask for our faces to be showed
Our encounter was our intimate bases,
Your voice was a delight for me to hear
The conversation stirred the soul and mind
I was in love even though your face did not appear
You seemed so gentle and caring and very kind.
The fog it then began to slowly disperse
Very soon my imagination would become a reality
Still we joked and laughed as we did converse
We knew that our flirting would now be our hospitality,
We discontinued our walk and their we just stood
As we both decided to stop and wait
I wanted to see the woman if only I could
But when the fog lifted, she was gone posthaste.
She and I once walked through a foggy mist
It seemed like so many, many years ago
My daily walk through the fog, it still does persist
But now when I walk, I walk it solo,
I search for that voice that I once had heard
That day that I walked just me and my dog
That memory is strong, but the picture is blurred
As she was just a voice, inside the fog.
Randy L. McClave
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