Fog

A love story

You first appear as but a mist

upon the changing air

vague and yet perceptible

you just elude the curious hand.

You grow with swiftness softly formed

around the nights unknown

seeking somehow causiously

your touch with gentleness your own.

Soon you are all that one sees

the air is yours alone

swirling lightly leading

on to a path that neither knows.

And though you are all that one feels

and in your comfort found

so soon again the air will change

and in that way your comfort gone.