Ships Passing in the Fog

By Arye Dobuler

Like ships passing in the fog, I can hear you but not see you.
Like a deaf man near a roaring fire, I can feel you but not hear you.
My heart burns.
For fear of losing you.
For the thought of seeing you.
Your laughter is the medicine that heals me.
Your doubt, the poison that kills me.
I tremble because I’m unsure. I tremble because I want more.
You are a light in the darkness. A blindfold in the light.
I am confused yet amazed. Scared but brave.
My walls come crumbling down, as others rise up.
I lose control yet see clearly.
I know my path yet I’m lost.
Like ships passing in the fog, I see a distant light and you come closer.
Like a deaf man near a roaring fire, I feel your warmth without needing to hear your words.

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