Hazy Dark

written last fall while walking home one foggy night

I want to hold your hand in the hazy dark
and walk with you in the dewy mist,
holding our accepting free hands up
while drops form and freely fall.
The street light refracting like so many suns.
Lamp light through branches,
as if sent from the holy above.
A seemingly endless upwards barrier.
Breaths like I am underwater.
Dried leaves fall like rain.
A papery thud announces the end
of their one descent.