In the Mist

In the Mist

My lover used to come to me

In my dreams and

Wrap herself around me

Like the mist curls around the cattails

On the edge of a pond.

She would lift me and

We would float together

On our dreams,

Entwining as lovers do,

Lifted above the worlds of impossibility.

My lover used to come to me

In my dreams and

Lay her head on my shoulder

Like a bird settling into

Her nest of twine and twigs.

I would hold her and

We would settle in more deeply,

Daring the serpents of the world

To invade our space of dreams.

My lover used to come to me

Through the mist

In my dreams…
copyright Anne 2008