The mists swimming slowly toward the
Girl, engulf her slender being like there’s
Nobody there and they swirl.
Whipping clouds into a gentle candy floss
that will take you in their arms smothering
Your world and they swirl.
Clouds grey green and mysterious she stands
Entranced as they begin their consumption
Until she is seen no more And THEY SWIRL
I walk to where she stood and the mist clears
The wind dies and there is nothing there
Was she there?
Was she in my imagination?
Or is she part of the swirling, the mist and it is I who is gone
And suddenly I am swirling