Cloudy Senses

I can’t see you through this smoke

clouding my senses.
Your loving intensions
struggle to get through.
Glimpses of beauty keep me interested,
only for the mask to return.
Hypnotizing, rising smoke grows until it hits me,
persistently gnawing at my nose.
Swimming through the ripples,
continuous blur clouds my senses.
Sitting…waiting…experiencing…realizing
Unclear, your carefully light words
linger, trying to be felt.
Outweighed they are bogged down
where nobody discovers them,
trampled repeatedly, deconstructing
form and meaning.
Extinguished.
Now I see
it’s too late, I negate the ashed truth,
only to rekindle,
rekindle, the fire,
the fire, of life,
the fire, which started this whole haze.