Fog

I stand upon a miracles plain the very essence of its beauty perfection everywhere surrounding me this feeling burgeons close to ecstasy I the witness peruse eternity in the return of love ever in a life time happily living this being this is how all these formulations of sweetest creations came to me and in the elated heart of joyous life I rose upon the steps of temples unity and with all my companions did thankfully celebrate the honour of the love bequeathed us This is how it was meant to be this feeling burgeoning close to ecstasy I remember Grey the billowed clouds surround me a fog in clamors daub shatters the sun to follow me at every turn lays its irksome shadow upon all my smiles just to tell me it’s only momentary between I the fog designs unhappily the demands of economical uncertainty the ever present hate crime attacking me stabs their twisted focus to placate those glimpses of something I knew before this bitter shroud haunted me yes I remember in some wistful childhood memory and stolen from the light I staggered bemused into this mire and lost all sense to life and now I live in the fog of unhappily I remember the way it was meant to be this burgeoning feeling so close, so close to ecstasy ever in a life time spent happily