Drift

Morning fog scrolls amid lonely hills scarlet rays of wonder sultry bead dissipating breaths mist in prelude offering up a delicate canvas of need drenched at attention mid stare reflections begging to be revealed all of life's secrets soon to bare painted corners of blushed lips curl, in the drawing of your way hushed the half-beats of my drum crave, welcoming in a new day and when the moments lay dry drift into the balance of my eye