Monday, March 4, 2013

Into the Mist the Walker Walks

As the morning mist rises
A walker can be seen walking
There is no sound surrounding him
There is no scene to be seen
He just walks into the mist
Where the world collapses
The gray melts into white
And the world spins away
Without his knowing
Without his caring
The world moves on
The mist is there
He doesn't care
The walker walks
And is going home