By Lynn Bassett
There is melancholy in the mist,
As if the sea had shed tears of loneliness.
As though she were reaching out
To touch you with a sad caress.
She waits for a happier time.
When laughter rings in her ear,
When love wanders her shore hand in hand.
She watches as the years bring wonder and fear.
Birth and death, all that comes between.
She rages, and cries, up to the sky.
Thunder and lightning answer her
And in the mist, there lies the why.