A misty vision recedes fast,
far beyond this pane of glass,
against a backdrop of winter's fallen.
Straining eyes reach for signs,
desp'rate warmth the heart it pines,
frantic for a glimpse of reality.
A nervous mind falters under,
weighted tongue breaks words asunder,
but fears crash down like towers 'gainst the waves.
The mist it clears with daylight's rise,
and once again upheld a prize,
a tender touch of Real clutched tight to breast.
Upon this now my courage rests,
ready for a new day's tests,
till Night brings back the mist to part anew.
-S.B.
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