The foghorn blows not
2 August 2015
Mist covered the Earth
As she exhaled past sorrows
Pervading all thoughts
The lighthouse faded
Jaded memories walk past
Flickering in dark
A light shines sudden
Like a candle in the house
As shooting star falls
Footsteps in the night
Weary traveller is lost
The foghorn blows not
Earth shifted again
Countless stories washed over
As pale new dawns rose
Memories cords loosened
Strumming to toneless voices
Bees hum in playground
The fog now thickens
Let wilderness spread around
Don’t blow the foghorn
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