Fog

a love song of enormous proportions

the thick, grey mist rolls in the window,
filling my dwelling place.
lonely i am,
unable to see the walls that so
narrowly confine my soul.

bitter the taste of the fog on my lips,
poisoning my mouth and throat.
crushed i am,
unable to stop lightning from crashing
through my fog-wrecked soul.

Your precious soul rolls in the window,
filling my dwelling place.
replete i am,
unable to hold the tears...
as the mist abandons my soul.

sweet the taste of your kiss on my lips,
healing my mouth and throat.
O Love of Loves!
beheld in my arms
forever to stay
at last