Under Cover of Fog

The Street lights gleam in soft repose, while silence shouts in glitter on the snow,

Or draped in strands of tiny lights, enclose these island Worlds.

Where snow drifts and fog conceal,the city seems no longer real--

A place of simple shapes in colors not of day,these en capsuled dreams which hide away,

But sometimes seen when wandered through, sometimes known by just a few.