This Mist, This Fog, This Haze
The light hit these eyes like all before
All present as well, as all to come will see
At day's dawn when a presence at life's door
Enters to show a world all it can be
Formed while still in darkness it touches all
In its paths are trees, hills mountains and vales
Try as we can to hold, it's hard to recall
Everywhere you hug is alive to tell your tales
This mist, this fog, this haze will not last long
Its essence slowly gives way to the light of day
When nature's frown, that you won't prolong
Your time while special, will not forever stay
You went high and low, so that a world well knows
An excitement that came with much delirium
As on everything you touched it just shows
Glistening in the light, rainbows abound, we welcome
This mist, this fog, this haze, that was everywhere
Now that the light has hit these eyes that close
Will now live no more in despair, but sleeps without a care
Today they were here, now they're gone; what a life they chose
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.