FogStone

Fog, that doesn't hide that doesn't show but hints
A hint so charming, and sight so soothing
All on its own - surreal within sky, within earth

You, my unknown sculptor - hints not for you
Stones come alive - kissed by your hands, the delicate chisels
God's work - as old as time and your work freezes time

Sun be a mallet that thumps in those hands
Fog be a stone that awaits your love
Fogstone be chiselled, God takes his time and my eyes not for ever

Glue

Wealth all mine but no hands to hold
Bricks so many, not the sand, not the cement
Leaves tender green and branch nowhere seen
Flowers fragrant blooming, colors all but missing
People lovely stares, company none that cares
Chats - stars in the sky - sky itself away from scene
Pages - inked, dried and none bound into books 
Spirit pure, spotless - no body to carry it on
Glue natural binding, yet lost, sealed in charming pride 

Where is the pause?

Wavering and roving - where is the pause
On the way, in your say or the mind
In your eyes, I may rest - but oft you wink
And tell things pricking my links
Close my eyes, looking out for halts
Only to find those lingering double binds
Crowds lost in their act - there, I may roost
Your clones there, draw me in - pulling my strings
Away, I go on those aimless sorties
But discover all those aims and drives
Did you pause is what you ask waiting for my howls
It's hovering in some corner - where is the pause?

What is it?

What is the meaning of it all?

That I must walk, walk and get back
To rekindle that urge to walk
Get away to escape the warmth
And come back bitten by cold
Avoid the joy of your company
Only to look for you again and again

Like Daylight that's back to see what changed
Or the night returning to collect moments
Where do I belong? Here or there
Complete in myself and yet longing
Get pulled and pushed all at once
Wandering to find the drifts and none found

What is the meaning of it all?