Misty Glass Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A.Yousef

Misty glass, where memories blur,
a window to the world beyond,
soft silhouettes on a morning chill,
feather-light shadows dance,
like whispers beneath the breath of dawn.

It catches the sighs of waking skies,
the dreams still hanging,
delicate and soft like a cloud's embrace,
where fingers trace the cool surface,
revealing warm glimpses
of a thousand moments,
each drop of dew glistening
with stories untold.

Outside, the morning unfolds,
with laughter from children on swings,
the rustle of leaves,
where sunlight tries to break through,
but here inside, we linger,
wrapped in our own soft fog,
drifting like the hair on my cheek,
as the world blurs
not just in sight, but in spirit.

Steam from coffee rises,
it curls like thoughts swirling,
wishes and hopes caught in the veil,
each sip, a hug in a cup,
warm against the day's edge,
where moments seem to stretch,
and slow down life's hurried pace.

I watch, fascinated, as shapes form,
a dog bounding, a bicycle whirling,
a couple walking hand in hand,
the hum of life outside,
but here, it is just us and the glass,
wrapped in quiet,
like a cozy blanket on a brisk day.

Time drips slowly, like the mist,
as it thickens our air,
like stories held on the tip of tongues,
waiting, breathing, moment by moment.
Here, in this moment,
we're together,
tucked into a little dream,
where nothing must hurry,
and everything is enough.

Misty glass, a fragile barrier,
yet a bridge to the vibrant world—
a canvas for the heart,
holding the warmth of our breaths,
the soft echoes of our laughter,
a reminder that even in the blur,
there's beauty,
there's connection,
and there's love,
infinitely clear.