Her laugh echoed into the lush
gray of the morning,
reflecting back to me off of the
milky haze of the fog-
she’d had a dream, and so did I,
though hers occurred at sleep-
we were there,
among the clouds of the moment,
arm in arm, swirling within nature’s
breath, as her own warm breath
caressed my lips,
and my heart pounded against her chest-
the fog was the perfect backdrop,
sealing us in within its dense embrace,
as if we were stars on a stage-
that was the last time-
I couldn’t have asked for a better painting*