I love the fog
Of Myrtle Beach
A certain time of year
With view just out of reach
Hidden waves crashing forth
Eyes strain to see, with no avail
Shrouded by the fog
The sun is strong but pale
What lurks beyond the shadowed wave
In the vastness of the sea
I sit in peace upon the sand
My imagination carries me
Silhouettes
Fly through the sky
Catching wind in wing
I watch them with a sigh
I see her walking on the shore
Gathering shells once more
She begins to disappear
As the fog envelopes her
Pipe smoke mixes with the fog
I feel that God is near
I take a breath and clear my mind
Then, I disappear...