Foggy Nights

An image of a foggy landscape evocative of the poem Foggy Nights

Foggy nights had shrouded the moon’s pale face,
Whispers of mist had woven through the air,
Silent streets had been glazed with a ghostly trace,
A world of shadows had become a hidden and rare realm.

Lamp posts had flickered with a subdued light,
Cloaked in different shades of black, blue, and grey, while the towns had slept,
Noises had echoed, faint and renewed,
In the fog, every secret had been kept and never revealed.

Dreams had drifted in the haze as unknown visions,
Fear and wonder had intertwined,
In a realm of silence and solitude,
Foggy nights had been shining mysteries.

Windows had glowed with muffled lights,
Shapes had moved softly as undefined geometries,
Every sound had been a breathless fright,
On foggy nights, where time had been unlimited.

The past had emerged, lost in a grey mist,
Forgotten whispers, fleeting, near,
Old memories, like ghosts, had replayed,
On foggy nights, they had reappeared.

Each corner had held a hidden tale,
Of love, of sorrow, left behind,
On foggy nights, where voices had trailed,
In the mist, their secrets had become bound.

Lonely souls had wandered the veil,
Seeking solace in the gloom,
Foggy nights, where shadows had sailed,
Through the twilight’s quiet chamber.

Cloaked figures had drifted through the haze,
Their faces had been lost, their stories untold,
Through foggy nights, they had wandered in a daze,
In this eerie silence, they had been bold.

Cobblestones had glistened underfoot,
Each step a whisper, soft and light,
In the fog, they had sought what had been forgotten,
Chasing echoes through the night.

Creeping ivy had embraced old walls,
Silent sentinels of time gone by,
On foggy nights, the past had recalled,
Whispering secrets to the sky.

Phantom sighs in the alleyways,
Guided by the moon’s faint glow,
In the stillness of the foggy maze,
A timeless prom, slow and low.

Ancient oaths and broken vows,
Hidden deep in the fog’s embrace,
On foggy nights, they had whispered now,
Lingering in every haunted place.

From night to dawn, the fog had remained,
A veil that had wrapped the town in lore,
Foggy nights, where time had abstained,
And mysteries had reigned forevermore.
Esther Elizabeth Racah

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