lost in the mist

a hand lost in the mist
a voice hushed barely whispering
reaching touching
the essence of our soul
and we run around crazily in this mist
lost.. afraid to move.. to feel

desperately looking around for that hand

moments in which the mist clears
there we see it constant unwavering
it was just our eyes and fears
plaguing haunting us..
preying on our fears...

and the mist clears as the veil of disbelief
and the whisper changes to a melody
our hearts recognized
the ones who always knew
and we feel again..
and we hear our heartbeats
and we know we are alive
and we rejoice in that hand
that nothing could shake
only we who had wavered....