Voice In The Fog

The first time that I met you, I loved you Even though I never saw your face Your voice was what I heard it was your debut And that was the day that I began my chase, It all started out with my usual morning walk Alone, Just myself and my loyal dog The weather was a hazy mist so I began to talk And then I heard your voice, inside the fog. We carefully walked together down the road As the fog covered both of our faces And never did we ask for our faces to be showed Our encounter was our intimate bases, Your voice was a delight for me to hear The conversation stirred the soul and mind I was in love even though your face did not appear You seemed so gentle and caring and very kind. The fog it then began to slowly disperse Very soon my imagination would become a reality Still we joked and laughed as we did converse We knew that our flirting would now be our hospitality, We discontinued our walk and their we just stood As we both decided to stop and wait I wanted to see the woman if only I could But when the fog lifted, she was gone posthaste. She and I once walked through a foggy mist It seemed like so many, many years ago My daily walk through the fog, it still does persist But now when I walk, I walk it solo, I search for that voice that I once had heard That day that I walked just me and my dog That memory is strong, but the picture is blurred As she was just a voice, inside the fog. Randy L. McClave