Gossamer Lover

Translucent, wispy, ephemeral

Early morning fog drifts over the moor

Eddying, swaying, weaving it's silent shroud

Coating all with a silken blanket

Twining as a lover between branches

Caressing boldly, unashamedly

Stroking all with utter sweet abandon

Feather light touch tingles nature's limbs

Bringing longing, arousal, desire for life

Whispering sweet nothings

Coating leaves with gossamer dew

Cooling, healing, soothing, kissing

Like a mother unto a feverish child

Drifting in the eddying breeze

Refracting brilliant rays of dawns early light

Into shimmering rainbows resembling

Lustrous emeralds, rubies, diamonds

Cascading across the swaying surface

As if scattered by hand of a giant

Then slowly drifting away into anonymity

As the watching stars are chased from the sky

With the warmth of the day

Taking with it the remnants of night

Hiding away until it's next romantic rendezvous