the mist
Knotter's inspiration comes from the viewers of the blog. Sometimes its a pleasure to have peristant viewers who raise up the statistics charts. Blog posts however, suffer from being terribly one sided. Nonetheless, in the mist of the cyberworld, this poem hopes to reach back to my faithful readers and viewers and convey to them my gratefulness and thank them for being my inspiration. There's a shadow in the mist. Its following me around... it walks on gentle muted toes, it's footprints can't be found. Oh! for the curtains of the mist to be drawn to clearly show; the silent whispers of the wind, and the thoughts only they would know! But, no matter what the words they say as for me the feeling's warm, The shadow stealthily comes and goes, and it means me no hurt or harm. Only one wish, now I have, to tell this fleeting ghost, and give him all my heart felt thanks, for trailing me the most! Wow, now there is a nice song just for you, my ardent r...