Morning Dew...

You come to me as the night blossoms into a diamond beauty, and you take my hands in your hands and tell me that the moon looks beautiful in my eyes today, not so forlorn after all. You smile at me and the rhythm of knots in my stomach drowns even the melody the waves create. You brush my shoulders and the night shivers. Your hands sink into my hair and the moon blushes and hides behind the clouds. Wrapped in the folds of the night we sink into the soft cool sand and unlock the secrets the night hides from us. In your arms, I find my world.

But as the night fog lifts, you disappear as mysteriously as you came. And I am left to wonder if you were perhaps just a dream.