The mist drifts
in wraiths of moisture
caressing cold stone
pausing as if
gossip was its mission
The spire disappearing
into the ethereal ether
delivers liquid messages
to the almighty
Drifting across the road
wetting leaf and shrub
phantoms appear
dissolving once more
on missions unknown
Walking in this other world
is a non-existence
is this what
death feels like
seeking relative comfort
in the world of life
Shadows of cars
pass in a grey wash
muffled engines
adding to the mix
exhaust fumes and mist
turning the streets
into dream-like memories...
in wraiths of moisture
caressing cold stone
pausing as if
gossip was its mission
The spire disappearing
into the ethereal ether
delivers liquid messages
to the almighty
Drifting across the road
wetting leaf and shrub
phantoms appear
dissolving once more
on missions unknown
Walking in this other world
is a non-existence
is this what
death feels like
seeking relative comfort
in the world of life
Shadows of cars
pass in a grey wash
muffled engines
adding to the mix
exhaust fumes and mist
turning the streets
into dream-like memories...
