While on this path its white plumes
hangsahead of me in a vale
between two hills of the park
I’m not looking for more fog
in this life and yet here it is
waiting for me to feel my way
half blind and lose myself
Entering its moist shadows
expecting a rebuke for old sins
I wish in the wet cool grey
against my face that
back at the house she has
stoked the fire and lit
the lavender candle by the window
We could sit again in silence
to watch the confusing clouds
slowly dissolve into darkness
along with stories we have told
each other of days before our time
together in this place and let
the sadness in the air slip away too
like vague words in a long sentence
slowly disappearing into ellipsis…