Fog

I try desperately to grasp your thoughts but all I hear is my own. I'm not sure whether to wait or search, sift or be still. Watching, I hold out the golden net of my being that barely lives without you. Do not let my confidence wane or that I might go barreling into the darkness. Your sunshine and beauty has shown me that you love and have what I seek on your mind. May I be the woman like the harpist that you called after your own heart. Let me dream in vivid color and emotion, make me feel alive.