The Haze

My sky was dark
With no prospect of sunshine.

Even starlight hid behind
The thickest mass of ill-omened clouds.

It saw only night.
Day was a myth.

Life looked like an unending question
With no absolute reply.

Despair filled my heart
And my eyes filled to their brim.

Bitter tears drenched me
Yet no solution showed itself.

But something did give me
The hope to go on.

Even the darkest of all nights
Could not hide that fire.

That thing I knew not what then
Let me stand firm on the ground.

It was beyond my gaze
Far from my imagination.

That one source of all my happiness
Hid behind a haze.

And the haze held the man I loved,
The reason of my existence behind it.

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