dance with me,
whispers soft fog
drifting over fallen leaves
towards water's edge,
the dock rests while parting mist
shifts gracefully around
dance with me,
parting a moist kiss on lips
the gentle mist slips past fingertips,
gliding across morning's blue calmness,
soft fog twirls amidst sunlit trees
floating heartfelt whispers,
dance with me
— rest of the poem will eventually be included in my 3rd book.
—poem © Kent Burkhardsmeier
