Sometimes you know, and sometimes you don´t
Whether the fog that´s hanging over the trees
Is meant to stop you from looking at these
And if you stare for a while, you forget what you´re looking upon.
The clouds are passing from east to west, the fog is clearing up.
The tip of the buildings have now identified
And although they´re now in my sight,
They´re still unknown and I don´t know enough.
They seem sort of scary, but still far away
I wish I could reach them, to see what they are
How big, and how tall, and how far
They reach up to the sky, maybe they´re small anyway.
The wind is calm and the clouds seem to have blended
Into this unit of grey that makes them hide
In this veil of nature´s bride
And I can´t lose the feeling that this was intended.
Yet, the tip of the building is enough,
Enough to keep me guessing, but no more,
I´m not meant to look behind its door,
Until the fog reveals its bluff.
Laura was listening to “One Last Song” by Sam Smith while writing this poem.