i.
haze enters my mind from
the unraveling rug of fog
covering the early morning lakeshore.
the horizon is painted
the delicate lavender of lilac
by the artistic hands of the sun.
and I struggle for some
light of clarity, to fight off
this consuming mist.
ii.
perhaps, I could appreciate
this entrancing sunrise scenery
if I wasn’t so fixated on you.
but, if I wasn’t here, thinking of you,
I would be below deck sleeping,
snug in my sleeping bag.
I would have missed dawn,
a new start; a new day,
but still another day without you.