Flirting With The Ambiguous

The world is wrapped in a cottony blanket.
A cocoon, spun in a ghostly web so fine,
that no single thread can meet the eye,
but fades away in haste when grasped.

My love seems just like the world,
wrapped in a fog so dense that no eye can pierce it.
It fades in the distance,
full of silent, empty spaces beneath the trees.
Time is it's greatest cover and mystery it's best shield ...