Metaphorical

Foggy Encounters 
Up in the hillside, 
translucent white wisps 
wander about aimlessly. 
Gently,slowly 
those meandering wreaths 
envelope me..my body, 
and then my soul. 
I get lost in them, 
the clarity which their opacity 
brings to my mind; 
renders me ecstatic.. 
The world is now not my own, 
it's headaches are not for my mind, 
it's romantisms;it's betrayals 
are not for my heart. 
Inside the fog; 
playing games with myself, 
I hope this never ends- 
I hope I'm shielded forever, 
I want not to go back again. 
But destiny wills differently, 
the sun shines down upon the hillside; 
those pure translucent wisps begin to fade away.. 
my groping hands fail to catch them, 
to make them come back.. 
They go.. 
leaving me with harsh realizations.. 
The world will haunt me again 
The homelessness of my heart 
The war within my mind 
The confusion in my soul- 
they'll return..and nobody'll blanket them 
Oh!...those gentle foggy encounters..