
The Fog
The white darkness swirled,
Colors unyielding and yet present
In the void of lights and cities
Unbridled hope glared into its face,
Which burn with immense envy
For what it would never possess
Layers upon shadows danced in the cold,
Unfortunate was the barred sky
That beheld all things and more
And you who wandered off the edge,
Fell among those in my sleep
Who awaken to find the comfort of nothing
Sheathed by the breaking moon,
It hid near the beyond
And spilled itself over the night
Still I reached, into the homes
Of the empty, restless days unseen
Slinking soundless to capture dreams
My hands reach to caress, to hold
The darkness in the light
And behold I am the unknown