Ghosts In The Mist

'Twas right before sunrise, early in the morn,
As I walked the foggy beach, a sense of the forlorn

The ocean rumbling, but perfectly timed,
And the sea, sky, and sand so beautifully rhymed

I was searching for meaning, peace from my sadness,
And a resolution to my mind's frenetic madness

My intention on this day, was to seek out gratitude,
For too long I had given myself endless latitude

To be bitter at the venomous, clinging to loss,
To keep my heart cold, covered by frost

Yet none of this resurrected those I miss,
An sent me deeper into a pensive abyss

So today was my day to start anew,
And with different glasses I would see the world through

I looked up from my thoughts, out at the sea,
And in the mist-laden waves, a vision came to me

Two diaphanous creatures carving waves through the water,
Who were these lone souls out in the fog at my altar?

I was transfixed by their beauty, by their athletic grace,
And in an instant, a tear streamed down my face

As they came up on the sand, these figures I knew,
Quickly they embraced and saw me in view

They walked towards me as I trembled all the while,
And I swear they both looked at me, nodded and smiled

I reached out for them, but they dissipated into ash,
And as ephemerally as they appeared, they were gone in a flash

On my knees weeping, one thing was clear,
Those men I loved would always be there.