The Fog!

The Fog

The fog covers the lights
so gently at the end of the night

It covers the sins committed
in the darkened sky

The deep glow
of the white vapor

It escapes without a sound

Oh how the night makes
a soul cry......

Oh how it makes a soul
cry.....

Yet so vaguely
belligerently naked,
but dotted with the gleam of
all the stars.

Oh, how it makes a soul cry