From Michael B Davis

From Michael B Davis

All Is Blue

I miss the mist
That hangs high
And wanders by
So slowly

I miss the mist
Its mystical shapes
That cloak and drapes
Infinite blue

I miss the mist
When darkness falls
Like surrounding walls
Night oppressed

I miss the mist
Friend of mine
A weightless vine
O’ Heavens flight

I miss the mist
Because I do
Much like you
Missing the mist

© Michael B Davis, Southport, Australia

1 Comment
  • Paul Soderquist

    July 27, 2013 at 1:14 am

    Dreamy like clouds themselves

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