A Twisting Path

I'm still living in the daze,
from the week that who,
neath gentle foggy haze,
caught me unaware.

Wrapt tight between it's arms,
I could not breathe.
Warm gently in her palms,
I daren't believe.

Awake but not alive,
senses blurred and frayed,
daring not tempt fate,
but failing either way.

No cross road lay before me,
no alter path to take.
I cannot steal what cannot love,
and faith I will not fake.