Caught in the fog of
confusion wondering is
it all an illusion

The lavender haze imbues
the eyes like a glaze, as it
makes me wonder if a
spell I'm under

It fades into the mist
like a whispery kiss of
an affair that wasn't
there~

Almost as if the bed was
covered with ethereal
figures that had fled
into the purple prose
of the dead~

Foggy figures reach out
for me ,but its only the
branches of trees ,that
make me weak in the
knees~

Thou didst flee my love
so silent, you stole away
like a serpent, leaving no
trail that anyone could
tail~

The dappled grey dew of
you saturates the cloudy
day, leaving damp wishes
to play with empty words
along the way~

~etw~