Gray Mist

Black and gray clouds
Spread across the sky
As solid as any wall
As dominate as any mountain

Mist hangs in in the air
Forming a shadowy fog
It swirls and wraps
Its ethereal tendrils
Around car and building

Through the fog, you can hear
Beyond the sound of cars
Gentle laughter from afar
Music filling the silence
Though you cannot see
Those who sing and laugh

Perhaps, you say
That is some folk
Out for a stroll
Or you are simply
Imagining the sounds

Yet there is more here
For this mist forms a door
To a world far beyond our own
Yet take care to walk there
For there is no journey back


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