Words on a paper
Floating oceans
Of dawn's vapor
Mist spilled obscuring the details
No dew - tepid ground prevails
What do the eyes behold
The world opaque and still
Precision is a story untold
Mystery countines to fill
Questions unanswered congest the air
Stress, and pause - relief, is where?
Delicately the haze continues to twirl
Beneath times rosy fingers which unfurl
When an observation becomes precedent
"In" and "fore" - only "sight" is now relevant
Suspended for a spell in this scene
The beauty of the moment all that's seen.
Composed by: A.D.
Going minimalist in regards to punctuation on this one, hope you enjoy(ed)! Title is from a song I like by the Grass Roots (which I think also embodies the feeling of the poem).
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