The fog touches all,

Caresses the lonely,

Dampens the joyful,

Smothers the lost.

Flying teardrops of sorrow,

Defying gravity at dawn,

Signaling warmer times ahead,

Times I dread.

The pain filled coolness

Brings me comfort,

It cushions and surrounds me,

Drowning in the thick sea of despair.

The cool thick mist is a visual of my sorrow,

Swirling so gently on the morning tides,

But as the harsh sun rises,

My time of closure is ended.