The Fog

The Fog

One autumn night, from out the mist
And fog that rose in swirls.
Star crossed lovers met and kissed.
His hair of blond, and hers with curls.

That darling girl, he loved the most.
More than the summer sun and willow tree.
But now he's gone; he's but a ghost.
I know this for that girl was Me.

I searched around the forest depths.
'He's gone forever,' the wise ones scoffed.
'But follow us, dear, up the steps,
And you'll see his face so soft.'

And so we hugged and kissed and had a lengthy dialogue.
And once again, my dear lover disappeared into the fog.