Mist

This cloud
has looked upon the world
and loved it so,
that it cannot bear to fling its rain down
as others do.

From it's cold distance in the sky
It has loved the world so....

that it has dragged itself down,
Stooping from the chill heights of the sky
and thrown its white, wet arms around the grass,
and kissed with soft, liquid lips the hilltops
and flung itself, in wanton abandon,

across the horizon - body of the world
fitting itself, snuggling into each crevice,
and every contour around the undulating landscape
kissing each individual leaf,
with it's swollen, sea - burden

Mist