Mist

This stargazing evening
Has wrapped itself in a
Blanket of cloud and
Turned inwards to
Candlelight and slow drinking
I can smell green tea
Steaming in a ceramic bowl
And wonder what she is sensing now
In two nights she will
Kiss me for the first time
But tonight, I’ll just miss her
And wonder if I’ll ever be able
To return to this moment

August 2010 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on August 21, 2010.