Fog

Oh she is beautiful and sweet.
In her it is quiet and still in which you tread softly.
She rolls quietly in and consumes the world in its path.
So beautiful and soothing is her touch as she consumes all in her grip.
Sweet fog roll into me, consume me.
When I see her erase the details of my surroundings.
My heart whisper softly to her, "Embrace me"
"Consume this pain, consume my reality, Oh fog would you embrace me."
My heart longs for you, every time I see you.
As all the harsh lines and details fade in your arms
And all that remains is a vague memory of what is reality.
My heart screams, "Fog wont you hold me."
She can roll in to a war zone
And her embrace brings beauty.
In the midst of the ruin and a shattered world ripped apart by fighting
Her gentle embrace erases the death and destruction.
My heart is war torn, my world is shattered and in ruins
Embrace me fog hold me in your arms.