Like a petal in the mist
You show, bright and fragrant,
Through the haze in which we live-
Sustained all the longer by its warm breath
Yet pinned by its weight.

When the darkest sun shines,
When the gentlest breeze blows,
That mist will be gone
And you will be too,
Free to waft in the bitter breeze,
Thirsty and beautiful;

But I'm glad that mist is there
To breathe its warm breath
And pin you with its weight-
That faintest cloud,
Almost nothing at all-
That I might know you
All the longer,
Bright and fragrant
Like a petal in the mist.