The morning mist fills the air,
Leaving a fine, film residue.
It comes to visit me on most days.
I step out onto the deck,
And take a bite out of the thick,
It fills my belly,
Satisfying and cleansing my innermost desires.
Many things and creatures make up what I am closest to.
In this world I speak to the mist,
Laugh with the birds,
And make love to the sky.
There is nothing and everything to say at times.
The world feeds my soul,
And I feed it,
There is no need for words.