Just a small piece of my mind thoughts. What do you think?

I awoke today, and it was raining, dreary, fog cloaked the landscape like a gauzy sheet, tumbling down the hill in slow motion, rolling like the waves in the ocean. In that smoky distance a lone figure proceeded the fog, a silhouette profiled in darkness, a profound figure with a posture so regal, almost as if in flight which brought to mind an eagle. Dread caused my flesh to shrink, goosebumps broke out upon my skin, as I watched the lone figure decend, that lonely mountain road downward into to town, slowly drifting down. Could it be a trick of the light that cases me this fright? Could it be just the fog playing havoc with my imagination, is it a mind creation? I think not. The figure aproaches the covered bridge at the end of town, the footsteps upon the wooden planks, such a hollow sound. To the cobble stones I hear the click of the steps as they slowly approach, and then encroach upon the town square, where I hear the startled snort of a mare then a nervous whinny the shuffling of hoofs as the mares flank is stroked, she is stoked, and takes off like lighting, so frighting! The figure has a long trench coat with the collar turned up, and a large brimmed hat, but the face is still in shadow hidden from view. There standing before me is the figure, and I say "it is you!" The smile causes me to lose a heartbeat, right there on the street I met him, that old timer called lonliness, the desperator of most of mankind, I have been hiding from him, but still he finds...Me! "You have been longing for me my friend" he says in a whisper. Longing for that dull ache of sadness of all your losses of all your dreams that could never be...Longing for me. I bow my head, and nod. "Yes, I have been longing, oh the aches are so powerful, but I have kept the locked within me, I put them all to sleep." "I know he says, You have kept me at bay for years, you have struggled on and bandished all your tears, that burdon that you carry is heavy, you need release, allow me to stir them from their sleep"... I do, and he lays his hand upon my bent shoulder, and at his touch I begin to weep...