Fog

The fog like a mouth
Grows widely
Rolling nowhere at the speed of doubts
To nowhere - but rolling on
Rolling on

To touch each other
By just one sentence
To enter the fog but not to miss
To enter but not to miss
Not to miss

The fog spools white fibre
It wraps itself around us
No wind will ever blow it
Out of our eyes

Nothing will save us from the fog
The faceless fog
Inside itself it dances the waltz with us 
With no inviting gesture

The fog spools long fibre
It wraps it around us
No wind will ever blow it
Out of our eyes

Nothing will save us from it
It’s faceless
Inside itself the fog dances with us 
With no inviting gesture

The fog smoulders through centuries
Hidden inside their entrails
It will not let go anyone who it already 
Grips in its hug

One after the other - all lost
We are waiting for some magic hand
To rip off the veil so
We won´t miss each other
So we won´t miss