Eve

I leaned the morning mist    
fast fading in the sun  
had climbed the hill  
  ...  ...  ..was tired  
   
So soft this veil and strong  
no fear of falling  
I thrust my hand into the mist  
found her  .  .  .sleep still in her eyes  
hair unkempt to warm her breasts  
but not to hide her beauty.  
Her mystery was as the mist,  
I reached for her,she did not move  
Was she flesh or did I dream?  
the air cold as was the mist  
yet my hands not chilled  
as I stroked away her hair.  
She smiled consent,drew me close  
arms about my shoulders  
as mists subside  
my passion there to see.  
Dew warming in the sun  
moist moss for a bed.  
my mouth dry, she bade me drink.  
I found the source but dare not  
her smile confirmed I drink.  
This another world,  
warmer than the fading mists,  
thirst soon gone, hunger quenched.  
Nectar of the Gods' was mine  
mists dispersed in noonday sun  
and birds ceased to call.  
The moss sprung back,her form  
now but a memoryT  
Can dreams remember this ?  
this not dreaming ,this is real  
and so it must  ...  dream again,  
When mists invade,share  
the glory that is Eve.