A Beautiful Place

The fog drifts closer though it can't take over, it smells of confusion, the weight should pass over. Light is in the distance, the sun I can almost touch, it drifts away further, a never ending run. The light always getting brighter, never losing space, love is what exists, the worlds saving grace. The moon passes time, never skips a beat, anxiously waiting, ready for the heat. The light always returns it never lost its faith, replenishing the brightest of nights from all the darkest days. Painting a brighter image, the world on its toes, it can't fight off the moon and the suspenseful glow. Awakening all senses, lay rest to all the ghosts, the world is a beautiful place the art of life grows