lost on the moors

I was drunk on the moors
intoxicated from a relentless bleakness
hypnotised by an army of heather
I knew where I was but I was lost
browns and greens merged into one
becoming a hazy mist of nature
creeping over my boots, up my legs,
underneath my skin, into my blood
I feel unsteady from the fumes
am I going crazy alone on the moors
sucked into them, deeper and deeper
I know I must move away from here
I pull my feet out of the mud
and move towards the light