Friday, May 18, 2007

Fog

It's pretty bright over here ...
still I can't see what lies even an inch ahead ...
the white darkness ...
inside and outside ... it looks the same.

Where is the light ?
Where is the light !
The light herself refuses to light ...
leaving me wandering in this bright darkness.

Oh light! Beautiful light! Do you hear my cry?
Be back ... I am waiting ... for the mist to disappear.
As having you without having you
is darker than the darkest night I have ever had ...