In the light of the waking sun

steam plumes

 from his dormant mug

dancing to unseen draughts and breath

It sways hypnotically

There's a glimmer of rainbow within

Perhaps, blue skies

and exotic dawns

He lingers in its gentle drifting

Too long, really

Until evaporation, 

and beyond...

 

...She sits upon the hillside

overlooking the valley.

In the distance

beyond the rainbow

a gentle mist rises

above a sway of treetops

There's something ethereal

within its shimmer

holding her like a warm caress.

She lingers in its grasp

Too long, really

Until the breeze ruffles her hair

and brushes whispers upon 

her soft skin

Gently, laying her down

within the dreams

of other dreamers