A dense fog
Like smoke in winter
Everything muffled
and smothered
Heaps of mucky rubble
Looming at the roadside
A sure sign
Of trouble
At the crossroads
I wonder where the magic is
As I'm rising through the mist
But I know that she's beside me
Flying low and calling
Even though I cannot see her
Saying my name gently in the mist
Then the whole sky
Is alive with music
Curlew, Curlew
Reminding me of you.
#CoSopoetry