A Face In The Fog Poem by Alexander Raj

A face in the fog, the girl at the fair
Of memories and recollections; so precious and rare…

A windy day, a fragrant night
Only to not smell thy presence by my side
My body yearns, my mind shatters
Into million thoughts of things we'd do
If not the miles, infinite, that keeps us apart …

The book I hold sing songs of you
While the curtains dance to the tune
Only to remind me of you,
Of your graceful walk, your sweet little talks
O' the winds you brought, O' the winds you brought…

O'er the golden hills as my mind trots
Painting thy face across the roaring skies
The rustle of leaves and the grass beneath, sing songs
Of a face in the fog, the girl at the fair
Of memories and recollections; so precious and rare …