June 19, 2009
I.
Through the fog
I see figures moving
But I feel if I proceed
I will only get
engulfed in the vapor.
I feel the cold
Gradually turning
Hot enough to burn
Then it eats me.
II.
Lost little boy
In a wasteland
Without his mother.
III.
I wouldn’t fear the rainstorms
If you were here to dance with me
In the lightning strobe light to thunder’s song.
IV.
If a bolt struck
The tall trees
I would be
Crushed beneath.
V.
Lost young man
Dancing in the fog
Without a partner.
Safe from the rainstorm
Away from the trees
In the calm
Between hot and cold.
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