A shimmering ethereal mist quietly blankets my soul
with a translucent veil of intrigue.
My mind is covered by the grey shroud of gauzy incomplete memories.
A dark tapestry of old lovers hangs from the windows of my heart.
The ghosts of past lives haunt me,cloaking me in an eternal mystery.
Leaving me to wonder who I was,and have now become.
Donavon Scott Vinson