The fog
Like raindrops
Light and small
Floating around
In the dark
But as light
Shines on it
It glows white
And bright
With no stopping
No ending
It continues
Drops after drops

As you walk beneath
Through the fog
With eyes closed
Desiring to feel
Then suddenly
A queer touch
But no-one there
Smoothly against
Your skin, your face
Cold and warm
All within and between
Such sensation
What a feeling

And as you blow
A little white cloud
Appears and moves
With the little raindrops
Up into the sky
Your eyes open
Watching it fly
Above what your
Eyes can reach
Searching for a clue
For what may come

And you patiently wait
Till the answer will come
Day by day and night by night
Everything the same
But still something strange
For the fog has disappeared
And the sun has brighten up
From behind the clouds
It has appeared and stayed
Even it's warm and fozy
I still hope for the fog to return
So I may once again
Feel it's gentle touch
On my skin and in my dreams
Till within for eternity