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