Through the Glass

I.

The mist was all around

The world dark and foggy

Nothing but me all alone.

Not until I met you

Did any murk lift away

Clearing a path to your arms

II.

I awoke in my home bed

In the dark again

The illusion of your heat about me

The phantom of your soft lips

Still lingering on my own

III.

But then when I see you

The very next dawning day

There is a wall of glass

Letting me see you

but never closer 

could I draw