The Moon and the Fog

THE MOON AND THE FOG

There’s the tiniest bit of some fog tonight
The air’s filled with chill and the slightest bite
And the yellowish glow of the old streetlight
Seems very much surreal

And under the moon’s refracted beams
Nothing can be quite what it seems
And I feel I could fill up reams and reams
And not say how I feel

There’s a dew setting down on the old concrete
And freezing the soles of my poor bare feet
As I am meandering down the street
In the still and fog and cold

And here in the fog it occurs to me
That life in the sun is forever free
But by light of the moon one can finally see
What it means to know your soul