Wispy mist reaches across the water;
primitives thought it was a bother.
it was only beauty.
Swamp at dusk, an eerie light,
may cause some a fright,
until they look into the light.
It becomes a beautiful sight.
Images moving through out themselves,
is it ghosts, or is it doubt?
It doesn’t matter, lose yourself,
open up, and watch it dance,
you may never get another chance.
From dawns earliest days,
theses strange mists have come to stay
For us to see them dance and sway,
so we have a brighter day.
©Copyright August 20, 2003 by Steve Brandenburg