Mists

Rising, falling
  a revealing through the whisps
Tangeled, lighting
  going on and on, up and up
Birds hide in its
  wandering hue, a secret
Fluttering, flitting
  finding breakfast in its tendrils
All is unclear
  a mystery behind the rolls
Waiting for the lift 
  to reveal the world
Enjoying the extremes
  which made it come
Listening for the call
  to come clear of its grasp
Awaiting a time
  for the mystery beneath