The spectral glow of a lantern bobbing
As if tossed upon a stormy sea
Appearing..then fading anon, absorbed
In foggy essence, to fade again so feebly
Once more, ere sinking in finality
Into the quicksand of mist
Mere glow of candle, so dear to see
Seen now…then not,…with capricious twist
The spectral light, drifts through the night
As a ghost through fog and mist
Through ribs of rain, the tremulous light
Chills the brain, befogs the sight
Dimly lit, by lanterns in the mist
Dark clouds upon the soul this night
Fog is the dark abode of lost souls
Who wander without rest with lantern high
The mist, the breath, of hollow death
The fog, the food , on which to subsist
Tis best my friend, not to be, nor ne’r to see….
The glow in the fog and mist
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In many of ways–so too–in many of features
when your former look reached my soul
by first-rate time up a park sit out;
very clear my mind might reminding
then, of the way that dressed rain day gonna!
In the spaces was allowing befogs concrete
touring from the western upon eastern
the breeze litter hotter by the wind gone
in please entertain were butterflied
also seagull gonna flying around us,
thy unlike direction by where stare our self!
I remember found on your tender eyes
the kindness that you felt toward at mine
and glory that my heart dreamed has
always, overloads me found “always so purer”
whatever I’d try, from my lady beau having!
In a labyrinth fixed
on parchment folio,
Words smother eyes,
midst confounding minds.
Each jargon befogs
what’s ought to be explicit:
deluging audience,
in lieu of comprehension.
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