The Lady of The Fog
Grant Hope #192
Ever since I was a little boy living in the mists at the edge of the world
I was captivated by the lady of the fog
she ascended and descended as she pleased
visiting the people of the earth often in the evening
and greeting the shining sun that she loved as it melted her heart
Her dress seemed to stretch on for eternity when she would drink condensation in
her hand would touch your cheek as she lifted away to say goodbye
Always living in duty and passion
her smile seems as permanent as stone
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I used to wake up early to watch her travel past the mists at the edge of the world
Running after her until her form became transparent in the light of the shining sun that she loves
At first my feet were sore from the stone
but her smile kept me going
soon the rocks felt like home
I knew their edges, cuts, and gaps by memory
I hoped one day to look her in the face
to see the force of nature that kept her heart wet
and one day I did just that
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Often a boy is forced to become a man
he often does not choose that on his own
but at a young age I found my goal and achieved it
the lady of the fog turned my way
I saw a twinkle from the shining sun that she loved in her eye
sweeping down into the mists at the edge of the world
she moved right through me and let me stand in her heart
Swiftly picking me up on a bed of water she laid
she lifted me up into the sky where I stood
shielding me from the height of heavenly altitude
she began to sing her sunshine song
and I witnessed her transparent figure
until I was let down a liquid slide
gliding back to my home in the mists at the edge of the world
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