Venice in mist

In early morning is when the lights are dim

Yellow lamps peer through the city's tears.

Glowing specks of light flutter to the sky

Leaving their memories behind.

Long passages extend beyond sight

Reflecting what has been,

And what might.

Docked boats rock back and forth

Wanting to go south or north.

But they have to wait

Because Venice is in mist

And it caught me adrift.