Twilight Fog
The twilight fog
Is one still breath
Just like the wet
And tender kiss of
Death
and when they ask
What became of you
I turn my eyes to a
Sparkling drop of dew
The geese cry out
They're not home yet
They cut a hazy figure
Overhead
And when they turn
And bid you fond adieu
A ghostly chill
Settles over you
