The mist blinds my sight
still I stand, transfixed
as though in a reverie
time is held in suspense
what's there in the distance?

no moon tonight
nor a single beam of light
should I walk farther
which direction would be right?

my heart it pauses in doubt
do I hear strains of strange music
drifting to me from the distant clouds?

cold is the late autumn night
ah,  how long are its hours?
would there be respite
when I wake to meet the light?