A Mist of Forever's Moor

Mists of the morning fog ray Clouding the vision Of a particular destination away Stumbling across where I cannot see Greyish substance From Above to stay Lifting? Clearing? It is hard for me to tell The Lush avenue ahead is far and uncertain This covered screen of precipitation Taunting the view without hesitation Dire murk is easy defined interfering with the perception in our mind for me, it is in the way of where I must traverse Without any trees nor points of interest This natural mist is just another obstacle Maybe JUST DESERTS A signpost,per say,that is ominously cursed If this does not lift then I maybe caught in Time's never-ending rift Sight no more Places without concrete structures A home to be- That has not a back nor a front door? Questions endlessly asked As this gentleman is locked away In some Immortal's invisible glass Frightening to be What is happening in store In between The mist Of Forever's Moor