The Fogged Entrance

The fog sits on the hills shoulders
And the mist reaches to the ground
I hear nothing but complete silence.
The eloquence of the moment,
And the cool weather meshes to make this trophy- I call the morning.
As refreshing as a shower, or a midnight swim.
The sun pushes aside this nonsense.
I unlock my car, and step to the new rageem.
Where we do not see anything but hard concrete
And the parking lights glowing in the mist.
It retains me like a jar of water.
The universe can not contain my wonder
Surely the world can't come close.
And as the moon surpasses the sun
It is made known that I've already been kissed by power
This rapid heart beat paces the song of life.
But the light hits my gloom and fades.
It is the foggy entrance to oblivion.
Shimmering, and taken for granted.
Like the grain of salt you hold for me, and see expire.
I may never live up to the expectations for your little girl,
But I want her words to say more than they do on paper.
I want them to mean more.
Having the explosivness of a thousand bombs,
With no trumpet for warning.
A word is worth a thousand pictures.
Let her drown my spirit, and put it out of misery.
I press the keys back and the car shut off,
It shuts down.
I will shut down without the love of her.
It fuels me, like gas - to go on.
Without it, I stop and lose control.
The humid air can be wiped off with a sponge,
And the clothes worn ragged, talk volumes.
On the front porch I talk with the stale intent of choice.
My pitchfork in my life.
Where do I go from here?
Take my world apart, and find my choice that lies
Hanging in the air.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002