III: One Misty Morn

One misty morn of summer days

when clouds collected futures sworn.

From mountaintops descended haze

one misty morn.

That day a dress of green was worn

while sky dissolved in liquid grays,

I took your hand and we were born.

The sun reclaimed our world with rays,

dispersed the fog, revealed a thorn.

The fated prick dispelled the daze

one misty morn.

• August 2025