in the morning mists
before the sun burns it away
we live in between
today and yesterday
we’re the faceless lovers
of vivid dreams
the words that never reach
the tip of the tongue
we’re the kiss
that’s cut short
we’re the back story
of a well written script
the scent of warm honey
hidden within a forest
the ebb of an ocean wave
drifting back out to sea
the mirage
on steaming tarmac
we live
in the lingering memory
of a beautiful dream…
