the fog that lifted

Over the horizon
beyond silence
where converation ceased
was I the fog that lifted
in the early dawn
when I left the cloak of silent slumber
dripping wet in front of the shower
was I ever really there
was it a dream
And the something beautifully brutal
11-year old brown eyes
find me always
even in the invisibility
and turns a frown
into a smile
and fills my heart
and I am no more vapor
but solid and
present
learning to sing.