Long slender tendril of mist in the morning snakes slowly across the cool water, wandering endlessly, searching, moving slowly, seemingly without purpose, without direction, without destination. It fades like a ghost into the shadows, only to reappear when the filtered light winks anew and its silver coat of crystalline breath shimmers in its tears. It reflects the light of the lonely world through which it passes, like a wraith embarking on its unknowable quest, aimlessly meandering, the dark water, its home. Only briefly does he touch the occasional soul he encounters leaving cool moist kisses on smooth tender cheeks searching for the warmth he knows he will never have, the closeness he can never share. He remembers. Yes, each caress, each kindness. The gentle whisper of the trees as they speak among themselves, but they don't see him. They don't feel his presences as he slowly slips past. He watches as the fish jump to catch their morning meal of damsel flies, oblivious to his presence. He leaves a part of himself on each thing that he touches, each blade of grass, every grain of sand, the sweet scented petals that spring forth from the buds of the morning glory, the lovers embracing on the shore. How he envies each. Eagerly, openly he gives, asking nothing in return. Everything he has he gives, everything he is without expectation he gives, yet, no one sees him. But a moment of mystery, he soon becomes the fog that clouds the vision, nothing more than a haze to look beyond. No one shares, no one to share. Always alone. The sun peeks expectantly over the bleeding horizon sharing hints of the promise of a new dawn. He awaits. The light brightens as the shadows recede hiding like a child hides shyly behind his mother. Still he waits. The shining smile of the sun beckons him as he feels the hint of its warm rays, filling him. Impatiently he reaches up into its waiting arms. How he wishes to feel its caress. How he wishes to hold it against him, to feel its radiant glow. He twirls and spins like a whirlwind flying higher and higher until the sun's smile begins to wane. He knows he can never reach it. Looking down again he sees himself fading, the warmth he seeks the harbinger of his inevitable demise. Such longing he has. One last sad smile he offers, a radiance that encompasses him. Disappearing like his hope and desire he watches life as it awakens before him.