Pause (another one unearthed from the 1980's)

When there is a light fog and a mist for rain,
I often wish I had the time to seat myself under a tree.
And when a breeze swept through the leaves of that tree,
I'd become the victor of of all my battles.
While under the branches, I'd stare out,
Visible to friends,
Unclear to strangers,
Camouflaged to all foe.
I would not be be questioned or dwelled upon.
The breeze would stop,
The mist would diminish,
The fog would lift along with my spirits.
I'd sit up, take a deep breath and continue on my journey.

What She Was (First Written in 1984)

She was an image of loveliness.
Her hair - a perfect length.
Her fingernails painted with a beautiful red polish.
Her eyes ...
They puzzled me, delightfully.
Her face - a mixture of Gods' greatest creations.
Her smile - a joyous vision.
Few times did she speak to me.
Yet, her sight was worth one-thousand words.