Fog ran aground
Fog is rarely something silent.
It constantly whispers the vague.
Its quick to bring one to violence.
Its intent is to lead one a stray.
A shipwrecked cloud. Set and stranded.
A mist unable to stand.Alone in a haze and hollow.
It seeks the company of man.
A cloud nine run aground with a frown.
Hung up and tangled .In a landscape cobweb .
Lingering and wanting the suns rise.
Longing to rest with the dead.
