Like the end of time <br />and unto a new day <br />it enveloped all <br /> <br />the thick density of <br />a bellowing cloud <br />that surrounded him. <br /> <br />Through unclarity a lite <br />cut as glass strips <br />hearing the faint call <br /> <br />Could this be for real <br />could the beckoning arise <br /> <br />For answers destiny lies <br />as the fog thickens <br />and times play marches on <br /> <br />Yet only one reveals <br />unto the waiting of <br />and unto the final completion.........<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fogmented-london/
