Fog

The dream began as I closed my eyes.

We were standing together on a long path,

arms linked like a bride and groom perched atop  a wedding cake.

Waving to another couple who mirrored our pose,

too far away to see clearly through the foggy mist that swirled around us.

For one, brief moment the fog cleared,

and I could see their faces-

startled to see it was us.

We were waving to our past,

before we turned away.

Glancing back one last time,

the fog had obscured both the couple and the path.

Darkness enveloped us

as we stepped forward.

I gripped your arm tight,

as we ventured towards our destiny.

© annettealaine-2012

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