Creeping you come
slithering across the lapping shore,
a silent tide
promising the unknown.
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A shivering wall
what lies within,
what is the pearl
within your vaporous shell.
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Like a jealous child
you hoard the open ocean,
consuming sight,
and amplifying sounds.
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In isolation you are calming
yet when a sense is robbed,
the others enliven
sending shivers down the spine.
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In blindness you also inspire
a sense of adventure,
the imagination runs wild
when we can't see within.
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O Mist O Mist,
what promises do you keep,
but don't reveal what we seek
your beauty lies in your mystique.
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Alexander Stoddart
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I love the use of the word "mystique." It perfectly sums up and describes this poem.