Fog, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Sisley Alfred Sisley - Fog, Voisins (1874)Fog, Voisins, Alfred Sisley (1874)

Fog, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

The mere collision of each human sense,
Creates of fog in the mind, heart and soul,
Creating confusion of such immense,
Of sanity it takes expensive toll.

Love cannot ever of rational be,
As it is much more than just what we see,
Or the melodic voice heard so clearly,
Nor the tender touch we feel instantly.

Holding hands she looks deep into your eyes,
From her lips you hear words of lullabies,
Feeling inside you can’t rationalize,
Fog is about to materialize.

Accept the fog that makes us what we are,
Long as your love not from you vary far.

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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