jumble of words

What do you say when there are no words?
How do you speak when there is no sound?

whispers...hints....
a gentle yet persistant mist seaps into this little bay of mine.
I thought of sailing today,
I thought of exploring that vast ocean before me.

A fog......a haze.....
thick as if its something tangible,
like its something to be grasped.
Standing on this dock peering into the mist I hear the call...
"come sail today anyway..."
.................................................smiling as I sail away....
into this mist that blankets me.