Mist

In a mist I'm lost
and look for gold.

Alone and wandering,
with nothing
ahead of me
but the white curtain
of foggy dust,
a few thoughts
spring to mind.
I wonder;
when I find
my gold,
what
fortune
will it bring?
Happiness?
Fulfillment?
Sorrow?
Loss?

In the mist
my hands disappear amongst
it
and with my floating
body,
for a moment
my step is
hesitant.

Suddenly
my heart is light
and I think;
if I find
my gold
and the
treasure
ceases to last,
at least
I will always
have a story
worth telling.

In the mist I'm lost
yet
I feel found.