Fog, then rain drops

touch my upturned eyes

as I see moon glow

nay, your face - a light

that haunts my sky

each night to watch and dream

perchance to seem to be

with you and live the theme

of you and I.

 

Why, the question

on my arid lips

though mist creeps slow

and weeping soft

as oft-sung melodies

of kisses never felt

and hearts that heat and melt

despite the bite

of night-time breeze.

Time, the hated 

enemy of those

who carry spear and mace

to face the lonely hours

with dour and hopeful smile

as precious seconds tick away

another day that begs for sleep

as mist comes creeping

once again.

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