walking in the midst off your days
i wonder how this mist is so thick.
i wonder how you saw so clearly what
i had so clearly missed.
every night you sleep with me
you haunt my dreams-
exposing yourself as the chill
on my breath.
your quiet grace-
it is a blue sort of shade with
an angelic aura about the room.

yet the days change so rapidly
as your pace will quicken.
and i am falling farther into
the depths of your fog.

your nightmare has enchanted me
and the senses have all been shot.
as i arise from this terrible cold,
dark, haunted gray escapism,
a field surrounds me-
and i see you faintly,
through the fog in the distance.

03/27/2003

Posted on 03/28/2003
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