in my desperation to catch a dream br i assumed wings to catch that br eluding dream... br everywhere my vision is blurred by br the cruel winter fog... br there were times br when winter was br simply different br the chill breeze blowing br would kindle craving br for warmth and the languid br nerves awaiting... br it's an agonizing search br my wings badly bruised br the pain seemed immaterial br the point is how many times br i missed my self in these futile br attempts of cutting through a fog br that never seems to dissolve... br br 20dec2009 br 08.