"Mists"

by Breath <breath2@juno.com>

Mists linger on this moonlit night,
kisses between the Earth and Sky.
The land takes on a different life,
and in it, seeking you, am I.

I move toward forms I think I see
- is that your shape?  A fence, a vine -
when you emerge, and greeting me,
become real, as your touch meets mine.

These moments of our warm embrace
are known to you and I alone;
the dances we share in this place
in daylight, like the mists, are gone.

The prying eyes of daytime never see
the magic life this quiet pasture leads.