Like Mist
We pass by like mist
Floating and silent
The lightest touch
Becomes the longest thought
I see by the colour of your eyes
That we’ve been here before
Words will chain themselves
And never let go
I am one small photograph
You are a painting on the wall
These are things we might see
When the world shrinks small
But still nothing will be said
Everything will be known
Orange moons and yellow suns
And lights of shining armour
Will pass
Like mist
Floating and silent
Like that longest thought
©JMcN
Comments
seashore | November 16, 2011 - 09:02
Very melancholy - liked it a lot.
insertponceyfre... | November 16, 2011 - 09:48
me too
Silver Spun Sand | November 16, 2011 - 10:22
Lovely, smokejack;-) Tina
smokejack | November 16, 2011 - 12:35
Hey folk
I'm a bit useless at responding to nice things but I really do appreciate your kind comments and I'm always conscious that you lovely people take time to read my ramblings.
Humbled and flattered
Thank you so much
scratch | November 16, 2011 - 15:00
Confident and introspective poetry.
"These are things we might see
When the world shrinks small"
Lovely.
Well done.
Scratch.
ScoZen | November 16, 2011 - 16:24
Atmospheric and enjoyable little tale.
Juniperus | November 16, 2011 - 19:01
An air of loneliness beautifully sketched;)
Miss Polly | November 16, 2011 - 21:16
Very ethereal....liked this a lot
Blessing | November 17, 2011 - 12:19
It is wonderful that some are capable of deep thoughts like this - like the air we for granted breathe. Loved it.
Leander42 | December 8, 2011 - 10:29
I echo the above replies - but did you mean knights rather than lights?
Best lines for me are:
The lightest touch
Becomes the longest thought
and...
I am one small photograph
You are a painting on the wall
Possibly, at least for me, the last few lines aren't quite as strong as the rest but I think that might be down to my opinion rather than constructive comment.