The fog
the fog sneakes through night
and walks through town while everyone sleeps,
while everyone dreams their silent dreams,
and like a great silent mother,
5 the fog is concerned, and curls its thick white blanket
around the shoulders of the sleeping earth.
the fog watches the houses with no light
ir watches them as imillions of chimneys
puff trails of smoke into the midnight sky.
10 the fog thinks about all those dreamers
and wonders what it is like to dream.
is it lonely to dream, or is it lonelier to. have no dreams? :
as the house lights blink on, one by one,
the fog knows it is time to slip away,
s a retreating, solitary ghost.
the sun will soon rise and the mist will fade,
and the fog will tuck away, waiting for the
when it can return and comfort the carth once again.