The fog lifted like shame
after a forgiving kiss on a brow by a loving parent.
The S of a cat's tail slunk off after an unseen temptation
lurking in the bowel of a shrinking shadow
as colours timidly emerged from rest.
Silver droplets clutched webs with just enough strenght to experience the sun's longing eye before dissipating in the warmth of the spectrum cast by its light.

The night from which I walked has expired from existence
leaving only residue of thoughts as circumstantial evidence of its passing importance.
Stopping the echoed drag and slap of footfall,
I stood tentatively listening,
witnessing one of natures purest gifts:
silence.

Shall we dance to melodies
that only we can hear?
Shall we kiss in arbors green
when no one else is near?

Shall we catch a rainbow
when the storm has passed us by?
Shall we share a dream of clouds
and sail upon the sky?

Shall we listen to the leaves
'neath melancholy trees
That watch us as we use their shade
to just enjoy the breeze?

Shall we look back on the years
and sigh with mild regret
Or look toward the laughter
in the years that we have yet?

Shall we try to count the stars
that wheel above our head?
Or shall we find our sweet repose
together in our bed?

Shall we discover all the things
we've never lost?
Shall we risk our everything
and never count the cost?

Shall we count the petals
in a game of "Love's me not"?
What a waste of time is that
for answers never sought.

For I will love you, rest assure  
and if you did not know
My love for you is in all things
and it can only grow.