Fog thick as ice cream
Consumes the morning sun
My eyes can taste it
Sweet mysticism inside

Reaching out with passion
Forever longing to feel
Regardless of my reach
Beauty I shall never touch

Mist has this obstacle not
Extends as far as it sees
For never is not a problem
With ease it enters my id

Clouded mind of morning
Yearns to return to sleep
Releases the softest yawn
Eyes gently close with grace

Amidst struggle they reopen
Alas, the taste has changed
Vanished, the gloomy sky
Arrives honey covered dew

- 12/07/07

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