Looking through the window I see a face,
Inviting me, guiding me, to the soft embrace.
The face is near and yet veiled,
behind a fog only I can see.
With each step the veil dissolves,
Into the air it was made from.
The fog in the air and the cold night,
propel me, thwart me, through my life.
The closer I get the more I see,
yet cannot see what will be.
The laden feet do not know what waits,
yet they move to know their fate.
Whichever way she looks at me,
I now need to see her face.
