Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Fog

The fog horn sings a sorrowful song
Anchored alone in the sound…
My dreams hear the melancholy,
Tune it out and run aground.

Awakened from my slumber,
The buoy lulls me back to sleep…
For hours I’ll think of nothing;
The horn continues to watch and weep.

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