The Mist

My soul was floating above a moonlit sea
At the same time I was drowning, yet felt somehow free
Enraptured by his eyes the burning eyes of a supreme hypnotist
I followed him into the mist.

The dogs were howling, or was it just a dream?
And when he appeared beside me I wanted to scream
But I had lost my voice, I had no choice, I had no will to resist
I drifted away with the mist.

There was a singing in my ears
And then he started speaking
His voice caressed me through and through
He spoke about all kinds of things
I wish I could remember
But mostly he asked about you..

He spoke about you as if he knew you well
Whispering your name and smiling
And casting his spell
The fear and the desire was on fire the ground moved as we kissed.

We melted away in
Spent all night and day in
I wish I could stay in
The mist...