When Fogs Collide
In a forest bent by breeze,
blowing branches over leaves,
came a thump, thump, thump in the midnight.
- All gone was the starlight,
- even absent was the moonlight,
but a white fog glowed silent, slipping thru the trees.
I stopped and froze from smiling
‘cause my fear did find beguiling
how this eerie froth of floating grace,
ejecta from some spectral place,
could turn and twist in one ‘bout face
and send my fears colliding.
It pulsed a light and started thumping,
made me feel like jumping, jumping
somewhere else I could have been
so I could jump right from my skin
and sprout some wings to ride the wind
and feel my fears subsiding.
Closer came it creeping, creeping
but to me it seemed as leaping
like it had some ultra aim
than scaring me out wits and brains,
which now in shock I must proclaim
it passed me thumping, thumping.
I turned to catch one moment’s bliss.
A second fog did merge. They kissed.
Tears I cried yet not for me
but for two fogs heard jubilantly
who found in a universe of sky and mist
each another, on a forest plain like this.
And I felt prized over all above
to have witnessed the thumpings of fogs in Love
and realize that Love is the searching pulse
of a heart that’s thumping for someone else
and “just” when you think life is over or blue,
you’ll turn and a thumping will be looking at you !
Namyh
In a forest bent by breeze,
blowing branches over leaves,
came a thump, thump, thump in the midnight.
- All gone was the starlight,
- even absent was the moonlight,
but a white fog glowed silent, slipping thru the trees.
I stopped and froze from smiling
‘cause my fear did find beguiling
how this eerie froth of floating grace,
ejecta from some spectral place,
could turn and twist in one ‘bout face
and send my fears colliding.
It pulsed a light and started thumping,
made me feel like jumping, jumping
somewhere else I could have been
so I could jump right from my skin
and sprout some wings to ride the wind
and feel my fears subsiding.
Closer came it creeping, creeping
but to me it seemed as leaping
like it had some ultra aim
than scaring me out wits and brains,
which now in shock I must proclaim
it passed me thumping, thumping.
I turned to catch one moment’s bliss.
A second fog did merge. They kissed.
Tears I cried yet not for me
but for two fogs heard jubilantly
who found in a universe of sky and mist
each another, on a forest plain like this.
And I felt prized over all above
to have witnessed the thumpings of fogs in Love
and realize that Love is the searching pulse
of a heart that’s thumping for someone else
and “just” when you think life is over or blue,
you’ll turn and a thumping will be looking at you !
Namyh
