Peering Thru The Mist

A thick haze of mist hangs about,

The path I seek to take.

And as I make my way ahead,

Vague forms begin to take shape.

I hear some far away strains,

Of what song or tune, I can't say.

Some smells come wafting by too,

Some unknown - some oh so familiar.

Different clues of a jigsaw puzzle,

Coming into focus and gone again.

Just about there - but still not clear.

I keep walking up the trail,

One step at a time - and the next one again.

Taking in everything coming my way,

The smells, the sights, the sounds, the thoughts,

And occassionally some creeping doubts, the fears.

Pieces of some future tapestry,

A puzzle awaiting deciphering.

What the mind can see, the man can do they say,

And so the mind endeavours.

To peep through the hazy curtain of mist,

To see the teasing mystery unfold.