He walks with a personal cloud
dulling his world, blurring his perceptions.
Walling him in, between tendrils of fog
freezing him in place to avoid falling off the precipice.
Her arms are open with devotion and she calls to him,
but her voice bounces off rocks and mist.
Their mutual affections miss each other
in the haze, but both are sincere and will still be there
when the fog lifts
(or he goes over the cliff).
Shawn L. Bird 
You conjur emotions like a soothsayer Shawn♡ so very beautifully written♡
Thank you, Candice. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
So many types of fog, yet only one love. That sun will burn the fog away.
🙂
Had to post on Poet Submission Group on FB & tell them about your site. + I owe you some books!
That’s nice of you! Always good to share the love. 🙂
A terrific write Shawn – Thank you…I shared it
Thank you for the compliment, Maureen. I appreciate the share. 🙂