Depth of Truth

Thick fog rolls
Flows
It plays with the moon
It envelopes the unsuspecting victim
....Echoed Screams
....As trees are touched
....For Darkness becomes darker -
....Darkness becomes colder and closer
The Fog speaks moment by moment
Speaks truth - though not by words
But only by what is known
.....Must I fear the mist;
....That which comsumes?
....Will I be blinded, Chilled,
....Lead astray,
....Forgotten?
The Aurora's are seeping away
Still seeping; glowing?
....Birds are hushed, leaves are stilled
....Grass blades bear dew;
....Born and yet not begotten
What is heard,
and all that moves
Is my heart - on beat with the flow of the deepness;
The fog.
....My heart beats - it beats . . . 'lonely'
....If only. If only there was an answer.
Alas, the moon holds it not,
Nor the paint in the sky.
The screams from the beasts only hold questions
And, finally, who I am only philosophizes carnal distortions of truth,
Therefore, it is truth I must enter
.....Now, the fog
....Flows from the mountain tops
....Into the Valley
....Into the woods
I look into the woods,
Just then to step into the woods.
Forever the fog consumes, envelopes - Makes lost;
To be lost - I am lost
.....But I shall find the truth