Fog

How many times must I ask the fog to come
Bring me it's enigma
Shadows and illusions
Dancing elegant with every lead of me
As I run careless into it's embrace?

I wish your brisk vapor to moisturize me
Saturate this depleted breath
Bring fervor my lungs
That the essence may nourish
These tired elements of my composition
Sending me into a movement as unbound as thee.

How many times
Till you
Labyrinthine
Ingest me to be lost within you
Discovering
Figuring
Solving
Till you at last dance with the sun
Dissolving?

I rue my chances of waking
To see you greet my panes
Winter, like you,
Despite the snow I see
Is evolving;
I rue my chances of waking
To think you greet my pains
Then to run to you
Only to be greeted by the rain.
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