fog2 kotah
| You drift with me
in silence, gray traveler.
Your wind swept cloak brushes my cheek with the cold caress of a cadaver. Low flying cloud, misty shroud, you have allowed me to sense true loneliness. Under your cover, old buildings huddle close to one another, trying to stay warm.
Headlights become
moonbeam orbs, as you absorb their rays, and tail lights transform,
Into a magical twinkling fairy swarm that dances in the
night.
You my friend are every where, and I am neither here nor there. Almost invisible to those unaware, to those who dare to venture out. I am a fog walker, and a night stalker it seems. Brother fog muffles my foot steps, and my hand your screams. Kotah |