Lost in the fog

In the wintry morn, amidst the haze's embrace,

I am lost, unable to see familiar sights or trace,

No trees, no roads, no friendly faces appear,

Lost in this fog, devoid of any means clear.

As I wander aimlessly, my purpose obscured,

Destination and destiny by misty veil obscured,

Even my own reflection, hidden from sight,

In this ethereal haze, I see naught but blight.

But a feeling of floating, of heavenly delight,

Transports me to dreamlike realms in this twilight,

Bathing in the fragrance of a rose-filled reverie,

Erasing sorrows, as love's bliss sets me free.

I hear the soft tinkling of your anklet's sound,

The melodic resonance of your bangles profound,

Sweetheart, where are you in this mystical haze?

I hear your beautiful song, sung in love's praise.

In your loving verses, I find solace and grace,

Enveloped in your embrace, a cherished place,

You wipe my tears, banishing my fear's embrace,

In your shadow, eternal tranquility I embrace.

For someone once said, "Love is truly grand,"

And in your gentle kiss, I understand,

But as the sun awakens, casting its golden glow,

Reality reemerges, stealing our love's show.

The fog dissipates, your form fades away,

Returning me to a world I must now face, nay,

Dreams have fulfilled their role in our story,

Now reality must tread its path, in all its glory.