Vapor's Veil

A breath made visible, a ghostly veil, Vapor ascends where solid forms turn pale. A transient mist, a whisper on the breeze, Uncertain substance swaying through the trees. It rises softly from a heated source, A fleeting moment charting no fixed course. A shroud of secrets in a quiet dance, Where liquid dreams in airy realms advance. It blurs the edges of the world we know, A shifting canvas where illusions grow. A brittle boundary between states of being, A silent language endlessly decreeing. Is it the soul's release, a gentle sigh? A whispered promise as the moments fly? A transient echo of a fading heat, A subtle change where solid forms retreat? Or is it nothing but a passing phase? A mere transition in life's hazy maze? A formless presence briefly understood, A sudden vision lost within the wood? ©bfa031625