Apocalyptic, swirling mist,
Casting forth its blight,
Camouflaging daytime hours,
Threatening the night.
Consuming images, closing in,
Engulfing distant dreams,
Suffocating every view,
Sketching every scene.
Fly away fairies to far flung places,
Scatter your seeds on earth’s empty spaces.
Sprinkled whispers on flighty breeze,
Enchanted spells cast forth with ease.
Delicate twinkles drifting on air,
Graceful parachutes glide, unaware,
From puff ball planes, admiring the view,
Floating their way towards pastures new.
Have you seen Molly? She sits by the window.
Humming a tune that nobody will know,
Tapping her foot to the sound of her music,
Stroking her hair while she rocks to and fro.
Have you seen Molly? She sits by the window.
A hint of a smile, from the secret she holds.
Close by, an oak box sits upon her sparse table,
The key in her apron worth much more than gold.
