Once Upon a Fog

I strolled about a foggy nightmare when fireflies uncovered their wisdom, and scarce light radiated belief in the moon. Then I too believed in the moon, for its color pervaded the air, and it sat on the body of a cherry tree, that night. That night, the stars bowed their heads, and seated themselves above my street. They glowed, watching passer-by me... I hid my eyes. I hid my eyes from the nightmare. Suns never after descended to shine in my fog, for my dream was the tragedy that made godly street lights weep. T A R N D A I Ruxandra Duca, FIND THE PUZZLE!, 05.10.2014