The Fog

And so it is...

The blind and the dumb

the horses of time

in my head

the angel I met

the dead guy in the tomb

the beautiful stranger in misery

the love he had

the blond that stood in the doorway

the children of rebel

the music that survived

and the struggle that were left behind

and the punk I met

his blue eyes

and his black suit

with my red hair

and the sea

and the silence

the butter and salt

and all the “maybe”s

we wondered

and the bird I know

his wings

and the nest

in the land of strange colors

and the harmony we felt

with the universe

on a Monday morning

watching the sea

and the birds

and the stones

and I loved her

and so did he

and I feel the bliss

in every street

and the beauty that is around

and I no longer feel

the way you did

and I'm happy

and so is she

God bless her

the little girl

with the golden curls

that sleeps far far away

from this land

and we will miss her

-

the sanity

is lost

forever