fog,

drifting,

ghost like

shadows, dark but alluring

meeting the sky.

I'm asleep in reality

not awake in a dream,

almost serene 

but aching.

silent weight

encompassing my hearts throng

turning it low and melodious.

I wish someone would sing along

to the forgotten bars 

of my song.

low,

deep,

sweet.

my heart beats

melting

with the orange glow; 

orange fading.

my hearts song, my life strains

the pounding quietly resounds.