The mist unfolds
As the darkness grows.
I long for the warmth
But all what’s left is the cold.
The rain pours hard on the ground
Curving out the element of life,
It’s bound to trickle and quench all thirst,
But pierces my heart without a sound.
I look beyond what’s in my sight
And I wonder to find what’s right.
Over the sleeping horizon I see a radiant being,
From behind the folding darkness shedding light.
After seeing this radiant beam,
I ventured off to seek what might seem,
My longing on the eve of that night,
A true eve to my dreams…