morning walk

the myst descends
upon me as
the morning sun rises
with splendor
and trepidation
droplets of dew
line my bare arms
and encase my face
a sweep of humid air
blows past with residue
water trickles down
the cement crevices
and blocks my dreams
and invades my thoughts
and tugs at my soul
destiny on the run
escaping the reality
compensating for neglect
with whispers of pain
desire is lost
among the white puffs
billowing softly
above my head
their destination
unknown and lost
where time is elusive
and wants are ravished
the myst is gone
like the dreams