City’s lights like dotted jewels <br />glow and blink on night’s velvet gown <br />mist of white blanket <br />creates ghostly shapes under light. <br />Foghorn in bay like monster’s roar <br />breaks silence in the city’s white crown <br />people, collars hugging neck <br />wander on their forever trek. <br /> <br />Quiet cities, misty city, <br />city by the bay, <br />listen to the monster baying <br />at your open door. <br />“Let us in. Let us in.” they say <br />and blares another trumpet blast. <br />“Let us in. Let us in.”. <br />Your white guardian to pass. <br /> <br />Sleeping city, misty city, <br />city with halo crown <br />people in their pastures lay <br />arms unfurled on bodies round. <br />Silent demands on shadows lay <br />across the still waters of the bay. <br />Ghostly crown holds no pity <br />welcomes no one to the misty city. <br /> <br />15 June 1978<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-misty-city/
