What lay forth.
Ahead of me, there lay —
Shroud of white, in tepid wait.
My feet scream to stop.
Yet, suspense hangs in its breath.
I see the white around me.
My skin pricked by its sharp claws.
I shiver, I seek warmth.
Yet, I trudge on, unheeding my cries.
Dew rests upon my hair.
I sniffle in cold.
Yet, my eyes see faint light.
Guided by the mist, am I?
Dampened by dew, shuddering in cold —
I reach the light seen by me.
The mist clears away, having done its duty.
To unravel the most ravishing of beauty.
The cliff overlooked sea of green.
Yonder lay mountains mirroring mine.
Guarded in mist, mysterious their face.
Touch did they my mellow soul.
The mist descends as I dream.
Down into the sea of green.
The trees, now cloaked in mist.
The sea of green, frozen in Time.
As I proceed to return —
I turn my head to see.
Ahead of me, there lay —
Shroud of white, in tepid wait.
