ToS

Outline in the fog

Silhouette against

Window outlined in candlelight,

Confused spirit

From out of the bog

Roam and rummage

Up until the ramparts of morning light

Figure clothed in fog

Framework of mystery

Some more furtive windows,

Hands pull down shades

Spirit of destiny standing proud, arms akimbo

Linen cloak of the kindred

Sweet dreams of lively parades pushing past the barricades

Hem stone, hymnal, a message, time to head home

Who cometh forth

In fog, still swirling at the hour

Of midnight, a vision’s worth

Visitor and welcomed guest

With news of the world

Come keep us abreast

The court of fausse lumière swiftly purged

We come one as all

Even in single file

Through the now lifting fog

Take in the jumbled and the defiled

They are family, we admit to own

In tender, warm place in our home

Bright idea, ah revelation, brainchild

Gem stones, dimples, praise wise God for our home