THE MIST

I am prepared to leave you. I have no more tricks up my sleeve. The magic is gone perhaps for the better. I must not hold you on my ground. I must not bind you from flying.

Ada Burung - ( a sketch from my early journal )

I am just holding on to a thin string of a misty dream before I lose it. The mist is all that is left between you and me for now. As long as the mist stay, I know the night shall be full of enchantment. That we shall be together sharing the breath of dragons and butterflies. Riding the wind among the clouds high up in the sky. Watching the waves dance past the morning hours. Listening to whispers of fairy tales sparkled by flames of blue diamonds. We shall then again be the lost souls of the night. Chasing the wind until our breath run dry.

I am prepared to lose you when the morning comes as I know you`ll be gone by then. Only to return again on another misty night. When there be no more mist, I would know that you are gone. Forever.