Lost in the mist, she came to my rescue.
It was the voice of a being
far above angels, and deep as the grave.
I followed, not knowing, but willing.
To love. To life.
The mist thickened around us.
But I’m lost. Do we go to my destination?
She turned to look at me with silver eyes.
We go, my love, to where you need to be.
I followed, not blindly, but knowingly.
I wish to leave. I’m frightened.
The mist hid her from view.
Follow, and I will comfort you.
I followed blindly.
Give me your hand.
I took her hand, and she led me…
Do you love me?
How can I?
You simply decide.
She kissed me.