Circle of Mist

I dreamt up a dawn.

In my deepest sleep I saw

Everything

Splashed in grey

Clothed in silence

And the cloth itself embroidered

With the song of birds,

Hidden,

In foliage softly trembling

Teased by a wind,

So soft, it’s almost not there

So sensual that there is nothing else

And the dew invites me to walk barefoot

Towards you

And the mist playfully hides you

But I know your shape too well

And the wind brings me your message

And I sit down and wait

To be woken by the icy heat

Of a finger tracing infinity on the back of my neck.