fog is but the breath of ghosts (three)

fog is but the breath of ghosts
and clouds give a doleful cry
the skies give shelter
to the forgotten and forlorn
the lost have rain to guide their way
to the path that forks
and through either path
in the same familiar road
in which the lost seem more helpless

fog is but an eternal sigh
a carnival of all things broken
the ringleader has the face of every man
and so do the sideshows
the line forms at the left
for a chance to see eternity
before being doomed
to call the sky your only home

fog is in our lungs, now
as are the ghosts
waiting, watching
look up again as the rain falls softly
from the clouds above
and you may feel at home

the line forms at the left