Monday, July 06, 2015

Fog

A veil of clouds obscures my future
As I walk through ignorance corporeal
Wisps of mist become tentacles of fear
That climb up my spine, even as shivers run down it
Is this the bliss they spoke of?

Uncertain where the path bends
I wander tentatively forward
Afraid I'll know better too late
I follow the light - my only guide
Show me the way...