Mist

Sandra Essary
Wednesday, 15 décembre, 1971, Bordeaux, the Garonne River

The sun is rising gently

Over a gray sky lying in the river,

As he takes your hand and shows you

The laughter in the sunrise;

And he stands leaning on the rail

Of the bridge arched land to land,

His head against the gray sky

The fog coming in from the open sea;

But he melts into the heavy fog,

And leaves you standing lonely

On a bridge that would have no beauty

Had he not been beside you;

The silence on the sun's face

Makes you think you have been dreaming,

But you still hold what he just gave you,

And his warmth has not yet left your hands.

Published by Sandra Essary

Sandra is a featured travel contributor for Associated Content at Yahoo!. She has traveled extensively in the US, Europe, and the Caribbean. She has also camped for over 35 years throughout the US. Besi...  View profile

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  • Gloria Tabolt2/18/2009

    You are very talented!

  • C. Jeanne Heida2/8/2009

    This is so beautiful!

  • Michelle M. Guilbeau-Sheppard1/27/2009

    Very pretty...

  • Crystal Ray1/20/2009

    How beautiful!

  • jayanti raman1/20/2009

    Great poem and great job,thanks Sandra Essary

  • 3lilangels1/12/2009

    wow really beautiful job!

  • Sheryl Young1/12/2009

    I may never have been to Spain, but I have been to France, and there is nowhere more romantic.

  • Janet Roof1/11/2009

    ;-}

  • Layla Lair1/11/2009

    You did a wonderful job with this beauty filled poem :-)

  • MADAM BUTTERFLY1/11/2009

    i got chils from this..its great!bless you my friend

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