Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Sit Tight

It’s something of a fog
(Or about a fog?)
On the day
That my smile could not contain my laugh,
Love will do that to me.
And I could reach out and touch you
It seemed so real
Really,
Like lightning and thunder
Brewed hot and swift…

And then came the fog
Through which my mind’s eye now sees
Translucent
But my mind’s heart knows
To sit tight and wait
For the real thing
To roll out of this haze.
Meanwhile
I sit tight with my smile.

 
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