fog

the fog, the fog.

this is what california is like:

in the mornings i wake up with the sun shyly saying hello.

the fog, on the way to work, covers the hills and

everything is like a tapestry,

covering the hills in chiffon,

with lights shining so sweetly behind.

i see the fog and i think of him.

i wonder what its like see him shrouded with glory

and shining and so magical.

its peaceful in the morning,

before we remember all that we're supposed to be.

the fog and the sun and all its shrouded glory.

its like the Lord lives here,

behind the mountains,

just close enough to catch his scent,

to see his shadow.