Goldfinch60

Mist And Foghorns.

Another day has begun,

I awake and look out,

Today is different

All I see is mist,

But no matter

It is still warm.

All I hear are foghorns,

The sounds from the ships,

The ships that I cannot see.

But none of this matter

As me and my lover are here,

Here in our favourite place,

In our favourite place once more,

And all is wonderful.