A night myst rose from the shallow waters and flowed towards me on a path steered by gentle breezes. My breath shared its pulsing rhythms.
The myst enveloped me with a shimmering vagueness and offered an invitation to journey. We rose above city lights glimmering faintly through the cloud layers below.
Another mystical essence intercepted our path, slowing our movement. I saw crystalline glaciers, flowing rivers; heard singing birds and the showering of raindrops.
She opened eyes revealing gentleness of soul and depth of spirit. Her breath smelled fragrant with dirt, moss and flowers; her heart beat rhythms of peace, forgiveness and joy.
The mysts dispersed, slipping beyond form, function and time. We were left to explore and acknowledge: we are one dream seeking divine union with light.