I didn't even think about it.

My metaphorical
All-encompassing
Grey mist of time
And uncertainty
Was literally there tonight
Clouding the moon
And the hills
And the present

But I didn't even think about it
Beyond appreciating its beauty
I didn't notice
That my favorite metaphor
Had shown itself to me

Perhaps I've become less scared
Of all the meaning
In that grey mist

Or perhaps
I simply still struggle
To find the truth
In all my fiction.