The hanging
fog between us still
Is enough
to disorient
The lurching
veneer that covers
Over the
meandering flow
Of water
that rolls atop well
Weathered stones
in the riverbed
Until at
once daylight burns through
Dispersing
vapor once gathered
To reveal
a vision of grace
Sitting there by
my side steadfast
The glow of
a new morning sun
Stretched across your
beautiful face
