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
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
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