Dew Of Love
In a far away land there lived a lovers;
separated through time and space borders
as the fog lives in the heavens descending in time
and the flower lives far below, in the ground aligned.
One cold night the fog and the flower met
and got along as close as they could get
they talked all night and hugged each other tight
as they fell asleep in each other's delight.
The flower hid in the fog's embrace
the fog hides the flower in his grace
hiding her away from intruder's eyes
blocking the loudness of cicadas' cries
They dream of forever in which they share
a life together with nothing but fair
but what could be their fate that lies ahead?
are they destined with love or cruel fate?
And morning came with a warm breeze
bees buzzing and leaves swaying not in freeze
but the fog was gone, nowhere to be seen
Where could it have been? only droplets remain.
Then the night falls and the fog came back
taking the forlorn flower into his hug
the little flower succumbed to his warmth
and cling tightly into his arms.
But then the fog ascended to the heavens
leaving the little flower yet again
as she noticed a droplet in her petals
flickering in the sun, a droplet clear as crystals
She then realized how much the fog loved her
as he never really left and disappeared.
leaving his trace behind, for her to know
he would come back, leaving her a dew.
And the little flower waited for each return
glowing each morning she never burns
though their time together was bereft
but with each parting, a dew was left.
---❤️ RED ❤️---
© RUBILYN BOLLION CADAO
February 15, 2022