misty city

misty city, silent waiting night,
patient with purpose and expectation;
with calm born of nurture,
it makes stars of saints and turns
sinners into a comedy of errors
through the lure of its deceptive innocence --
a state of being cloaked with transparency
brought by the familiar moist air.

in the silence lingers intent
and the soft suggestion to seek rest
through honesty of action
and diligence of mind.
in the city things become
what the web of energy needs of them,
and in this manifestation shimmer
thousands of thoughts in rhythm
and millions of voices murmur in dreams
meant to reveal the truth in our lives.

it is this truth that lives in the mist.
we breath it in with hope to know
what we learned the night before
when starlight called us home
from the journey in the bed.