I Am the Fog

I am the fog
that stretches across
coastal cities
on lonely, quiet summer nights.
After the parties have winded down
and tired souls give in to their beds,
my gray mist sweeps
around the streetlights, stop signs,
and telephone wires.
I inch past the brick houses
that line empty, forlorn streets.
With my silent clamor
I swirl through open windows
and land on sweet, innocent faces.
Some may toss, and some may turn,
while others may begin to dream
of flying in the air with angels.
I will lie there, clothed in the darkness
all through the night;
and when the bright sunlight,
singing of a brand new day,
bathes everyone in it's morning embrace,
I will slowly slip away--
until all that remains of me
are damp spots, left over
from when I kissed
certain peoples' rosy cheeks.
I am the fog.


~J.V.Harker~
~Monday 3 August 2009~