The Fog Is Gone Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

The enemy
of my dearest wish,
has fled.
I,
who is not gifted with that sight
can see it clearly now.
The fog has gone.
Why?
I do not know
and frankly I don't give a damned.
Everything around our picture,
clear and vivid.
I love the sight of it.
The sweet, musky scent of it.
The very thought
makes my heart surge.
I wait
for a final reassurance,
but I don't need one.
Deep down,
we both see it.
We sense it.
But we're too scared
to voice it.
Now,
what do you say?


Oct.-21-09