i will find you amongst the fog
that cloaks my path to you;
no rainbows will guide me
through the cloud and smog
that grips and stifles my arteries
with this mystic veil.

i am no knight,
more a vagrant drifter in the wind-
you are no maiden in distress,
just a spirit happy to shoot the breeze.
this is a new fairy tale
that denounce the brave
for those who are filled with fear;
and ignore conventions of old.

needless to say, we collided in the air
and i was buffeted in the turbulence
of my own affections.
you crippled me, trapped me by your words
like venus' flytrap-
all i wanted was an exchange of words,
instead i found a reason to stay.

there was no destiny involved,
just an attraction between like and like.
and so the i stopped drifting
if only whilst she still had breath.
but your voice caught me by the hair,
your words tore me from your reach
and masked your presence
with a dreaded mist that hinders
my thoughts.

slowed yet steady,
i will find my way again because
now i know
to follow where the vision is poorest-
i seek the dark to reach the light,
to clear your clouds
so we can see.