Angel of the Mist
She stands in the shadows next to the misty
seas and walks like an angel without sin.
I have seen her in my dreams and she has
come to me or so it would seem.
I have cried my troubles upon her brow and
gave laughter in glee as the merriment of
legend was sang from her lips.
I have sought the softness of her kiss but it
has always eluded me like ghosts that slip
away in the night.
I reach for her hand to find the warmth of her
heart, but the touch of air is all I find and it is
like she was never there.
Her voice is always an old memory that I hear
and I've wondered as she drew near if I could
love her.
The greeting always fleeting, yet as I see her
vanish in the mist I know that she will always
come back to me.
More Naked Truth of a Common Man 101 Poems
G. W. Hutson ©, February 1995
