Like the end of time
and unto a new day
it enveloped all
the thick density of
a bellowing cloud
that surrounded him.
Through unclarity a lite
cut as glass strips
hearing the faint call
Could this be for real
could the beckoning arise
For answers destiny lies
as the fog thickens
and times play marches on
Yet only one reveals
unto the waiting of
and unto the final completion.........
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fogmented-london/
