Ethereal Mist…

Do they exist, there in the mist?

Are they real or are they wisps?

Buildings of glitter & gold,

People all a flitter and old…

Hiding in the mist, creatures of eternal bliss,

Seeking that of an external kiss with a miss,

Outpouring of each others loins,

Finding one another’s groins,

With hands and mouth, forgetting the cities coins…

Leaving the city of cold,

Forsaking their new found gold,

To be with the other, till they grow old,

The drug of love, never to be sold…

          © Ed – 3/12/04