pale hour
poems from a foggy heart.
This collection of poems is inspired by my love for the fog, the mist, and the morning dew. They’ve always brought me a sense of peace and stillness whenever both the world and my mind grow too loud. I wanted to write from that feeling, letting each poem hold a different piece of what it means to be human.
Weirdly enough, to me, the fog is a cloak. A refuge between ourselves and the weight of the world.
The mist is a breath. It carries memories, melancholy, and all the things that refuse to leave.
The morning dew is what remains. If fog and mist are about what is hidden, dew is the proof that something has passed through us. It clings to the earth like tiny reminders that even after the coldest mornings, life still gathers itself again.
Perhaps that’s why I’ve always loved them. Though they appear in different forms, they all speak the same language. One of silence, tenderness, and the hidden parts of being human.
homeward
“learning to trust the road home, even when you can only see a few steps ahead.”
The fog was kind,
it hid the miles,
and all the thoughts
I could not tame.
It veiled the hills,
it spared my pride,
no distant thing
could call my name.
Perhaps the heart
was made this way
to know so little,
yet remain.
For every path
I’ve failed to see
has still, somehow,
led home again.
The morning came.
The mist withdrew.
Not all at once.
Just enough
to let me through.
gray mercy
“for the moments when the world pulls back, enough to hear yourself again”
The garden path
is lost to sight.
The world dissolves
in morning light.
A veil of pearl,
a shade of gray,
Has stolen all
the stars away.
I stand within
the cool embrace,
A phantom blur
upon my face.
No carriage wheels,
no distant sound,
Just velvet hush
upon the ground.
My steady pulse,
a lonely beat,
Within this soft
and dim retreat.
The noisiest doubts
begin to fade,
Beneath the drift
that dawn has made.
Though shadows dance
and secrets keep,
I find a solace,
vast and deep.
For when the heavy
mist shall clear,
The path ahead
shall then appear.
half-light
“for every version of ourselves that never came to be”
Morning forgot
its faithful hue.
The hills withdrew.
The silence grew.
I almost thanked
the borrowed gray,
as it kept the ache
a step away.
For what is lost
asks not to weep.
It only begs
to stay asleep.
The lives I missed,
the words unsaid,
still bloom somewhere
inside my head.
They visit me
when mornings slow.
Like seeds that stirred,
yet could not grow.
The fog is kind,
but never true.
It hides the view,
not what broke through.
For when it lifts,
the hills remain.
So does the heart.
So does the pain.
Yet somewhere still,
beyond the gray,
there waits a road
I could not stay.
I do not mourn
the life unknown
as much as this,
I might have bloomed,
had I but known.
unearthed
“for the things we bury inside ourselves, forgetting they will one day ask to be seen”
The hills grew pale,
and so did I.
The world looked small
enough to hide.
It wrapped around
the things I kept.
The hurt, the tears
that were unshed.
It blurred the path
I did not choose,
and whispered, “Stay.
Do not be seen.”
But fog, you see,
are only kind
for just a while.
You do not stay.
The sun remembers
where I have been.
It finds me out
and clears the gray.
And all I hid
must learn to breathe,
or fade away,
or be set free.
fallow
“grief of knowing some blossoms never reach the spring’
The moor is lost
in ghosts of gray,
The sun has turned
its face away.
A shroud descends
upon the height,
To choke the day
and drown the light.
Each stifled dream
I held in store,
Now wanders on
this hollow floor.
Like ships that drift
and fail the shore,
They sink beneath
the mist once more.
My spirit aches
for what might be,
If only clear
the path I see.
But fog consumes
the spark of fire,
And buries deep
the lost desire.
The cold creeps in
to numb the bone,
I walk these jagged
paths alone.
What could have bloomed
is bleached to white,
A wasted grave
within the night.
I hope these poems and the meanings I’ve found within them, find their way to you & mean something different, yet equally true. <3
Beautiful!
this is such a lovely little collection!