Eye of the Fog

Awoken, but wondering if it is so.
Couldn't i have closen my eyes before they opened?
Addiction mimicked to the likes of some primitive stealth.
As silence turns the knob to sleeping guards.

Out to where the moisture has filled the empty.
A cloud to wear draped like a cloak.
I imagine my glowing face embers in a bubble.
With smoke that doesn't couple, quite like oil.

A lantern to light my way in my rest.
I could tell myself I'm dreaming, and believe me.
Emptiness in light so pale and bright.
I see it glowing, with a greeting hand to take my mind for a walk.

A shuffle, rather be more likely.
It seems i can't stand to get rid of this lap.
Circling the dominant hand's dance of fire.
My other grips the fog.

Wet ash used as war paint.
A battle for the return of sleep.
As i slowly blink towards the greeting.
I'm off, to find her.