Over Cast Poem by Eman Awad

I can't tell of the man coming through the fog to me,
some things are ruined by telling of how it may seem.
I can't remember of it's a day time's reverie,
or if it was a starry, mid night, overcasted dream.
It's ever changing once it's winter and once it's spring,
all i know is that i can't tell of it's place or it's time.
Was it some thing or a thing or every thing,
was it a dream or a fantasy or a lost vision of mine?
I need not to know a time or place,
i don't care for it's fire and mist and overcast.
All i care for is to see your face,
and all that i'd pray is for this moment to last.
I've been waiting for you all my life, you know,
i even dreamt of dreaming of you every single day.
It hasn't always been stars that glow,
or through the sky on angels wings to take me away.
It has always been just me and you,
and how beautiful that would be and how enough.
If i had forever, i'd give it up to be with you,
and if it's you, i'd give up my life for your love.
But through forever and through it all,
living is so priceless near to some other things.
It wouldn't matter to have a soul,
as it matters to have a feeling to get my soul through things.
Is it some thing or a thing or every thing?
i fear not that i don't care for what it is.
Though it's overcasted but whatever it may bring,
will be more beautiful, than reality's sadness...