Through the fog

Sometimes I see my dreams blurring.
The leaves are busy romancing the winds,
The dew is kissing the beautiful flowers.
But me, I see my hopes mixing into the fog.

I wait for the sun to warm them.
The fog allures me into a dark hole unknown.
I resist, I fail.
I walk  without aim.

I'm vanishing.
My world is disappearing.
But what is this incessant murmur that I hear?
" Me. Me. Me."
My weary spirit chants.
And there it is, the break of my dawn!
A new journey. New rays shine along.
Through the storm I have climbed on.
I feel invincible having defeated the fog.