Circles in the mist

Fun to wander.
Let it go in the fog around us.

Brush against another,
  no face,
  still a lingering impression.

Thoughts, dreams, emotions,
  and simple wishes,
  all expressed in a few simple words.

Each time,
  a journey,
  one that is not clear.

Blinded by the thoughts around us,
  others dreams,
  seem so clear.

Still,
  we group together.

Gather round,
  sight unseen.

Form a circle,
  hazy in the mist.,
      wait for the sun.

Reviews

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~ oh, this is so perceptive... i feel this way about being on this site...in this universe of words...where we share what we can...and wait together for better days... very inspiring work, monsieur jon...