Hopefully, soon I’ll be
Wrapped… enshrouded
In the smoke of the sea
For tomorrow on the road I’ll be
Driving somewhat recklessly
In my haste… to see the sea
I want to feel the fog…
Caress the mist
Wrap damp blanket about me
Submerge myself, on a seaside shelf
And feel the grey fog…
Surround me
Close my eyes, tilt back my head
Let droplets form
Upon my brow
Erase from my mind
All trace of mankind
Immerse my self… in the now
And try to persuade
No not persuade!
But insist! !
That the Gods allow me
To become one
with the mist
Tonight I know, the fog will be
My friend, my solace
My sorrow
But alas, fog, like love…won’t stay
It will steal away
and be gone… come the morrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem