Into the Fog

Washed in the grey of the misty fog, when I pass by the river the fog gets
thicker.

I feel the absence of sight and suddenly feel the evening dare me to walk
blindly.

Drinking in the night's sweet intoxication I retain my lust for all things
wild.

The scent of flowers soak into my skin and I tell myself I'm a flower
hunter.

I dance in blackness to the sound of the earth zig zagging through this
world.

Once a wounded lady I announce my presence into the beauty of the
night.