Bridge encased in fog - New London, CT.

"Fog Holds Light" a poem by Raynette Eitel

Fog holds lights in soft hands
Stroking the bay, floating across waters
Alive with flickering rays,
The night air whispers of ancient castles of sand
And the gleam of small stars stirring
The romance of darkness, clinging faithfully
To the rise and fall of waves washing in,
Swinging to the rhythm of the sea
Singing love songs in our ear.

Fog holds lights in soft hands,
Holds love in tender hands,
Holds hope in strong hands as it rolls in
Blurring reality and turning the bay
Into an impressionist painting with deft strokes.

Fog holds light in soft hands,
Holds dreams carefully as they swoop across
Our sleep like silent moonbeams prowling the night sky.
The fog smothers the future and remolds the past
Leaving us in a blurred limbo to complete the dream.

Fog holds light in soft hands.
When it is time for it to be gone,
It lifts gently, silently, and disappears.

NOTE: THIS IMAGE IS ENTERED INTO THE FOLLOWING CONTEST:
Symmetrical Photography Contest [link]