A Million Droplets, Hanging In The Air

the sweet whisper
of Night's wonder
lingers on
between fog
and field,
and muted heart.
-a kind caress
upon this old fool's soul.


the thrill
of our wildest abandon
lost,
in a swirl of
misplaced memories,
cloud this mist
with the sweet taste
of a destiny foregone,
and fill the
in-between
spaces
with our hidden dreams
and forgotten desire.


Dawn approaches
gently
with her ever tantalizing promise,
and
this longing
remains still.

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