The Mist of Myself
From far away if you look
Seldom will you spot
The towering peaks rising
In the mist of myself.
Emerging silent but determined
To tell the world , aloud
Of me ,my wishes ,masked
By the mist of myself.
Valleys teem with colours
Of butterflies and flowers
When the radiant sun shines
Upon the mist of myself.
Dark clouds drift in at times,
To hide the eternal glow
That tries to draw its glory
On the mist of myself.
Down lies only darkness
Above there are stones sharp
You say ,without going deep
Into the mist of myself.
The blanket of loneliness
Thrown to me by the world
Would never warm my soul
When covers me the mist of myself.
I hope to reach my goal!
Understand and guide me!
With the light of love , when
I trudge along, in the mist of myself .