15 November 2012
A misty morning has broken
Can't see too much at all
Streetlights turn the damp
Into lampshades as it falls
A dawn devoid of colour
Predominantly grey
Shadows black and blurred
Are the order of the day
Everything looks spooky
A supernatural twist
Who knows what could be lurking
If you dare disturb the mist
Halogen halos burn
With a million candles light
Vehicular UFOs
Make the murky darkness bright
Natures master criminal
It seems there's been a theft
It steals its Mothers artwork
A blank canvas, all that's left
I'll look a little deeper
To see what I can find
It's not getting any clearer
And that suits my misty mind
Staring long into the mist
Definition's gone astray
But it doesn't really matter
I couldn't see much anyway...
A Misty Morning In Essex • Opuss № I