The mists are calling...

Threw the mist he cames
above the waters
the drapped velvet here lies
drawned in the cold

and he taints me
in every slight gesture
and he seduces me
in every form

lying in the mist
two forms of dew
and dwelling in the mist
and in every breath
as granite statues
that hold each's death

naked waters
icy veiny paths
new clouds dance among
slight silences
wakens the humming birds.

*.Beauty is where you are and when you are all comments are welcomed.*