Autumn Fog

Remember when it hovered there, Skimming the brutal ground? A translucent veil - Never blocking the sun, But softening its glow. It parted when we passed, Mist retreating to our little sides. We pretended we were spirits Lost in the places spirits go - Wading through the heavens, Worlds deep in tangled fantasy. Until reality eroded our game, Melting the clouds away. But I was never sad - no, Never sad when it cleared, For it revealed majestic Autumn - Quietly perfect, much like you. And every year I wade through fog, Tears falling with the leaves, And think of you.