A Touch of Fog

The past, seems to be cloning itself inside my shadow. Just a brush of air, as it feeds my shadow shape. I'm hearing touches and feeling echoes. Crying smiles and laughing tears. Stirred and laid side by side on a see-saw. Be it a dream glimpse or a fear? Elucidation, depending on the weight of the day. Standing by. Aching to be a complete duet. Lost somewhere outside, looking in. Ears straining to speak to a beautiful "a cappella" heart. It too, lost in a way?