Misted Canvas

[Verse 1]
Fog breathes its soft veil on the window pane,
A silent canvas, catching breath and rain.
My finger charts a solitary course,
Through milky light, a whispered, gentle force.
Each liminal line, a fleeting, hopeful trace.

[Chorus]
Shapes I trace, then fade away,
A quiet art for a quiet day.
An ephemeral grace, held in the grey,
Lost to the light, come what may.

[Verse 2]
A city's muted hum, a distant siren's call,
Beyond the glass, an unfolding for all.
A ghost of sun, a fleeting, tender gleam,
Reflects a memory, a forgotten dream.
The Thames might shimmer, a silver, silent plea.

[Chorus]
Shapes I trace, then fade away,
A quiet art for a quiet day.
An ephemeral grace, held in the grey,
Lost to the light, come what may.

[Bridge]
Like scent of marigolds on humid air,
Or stories whispered, held in silent prayer.
Each vestige vanishes, a gentle, soft goodbye,
Beneath the overcast and knowing sky.

[Outro]
A silent echo, on the pane I find,
The quiet landscapes of a wandering mind.