Promise

Meander in a pensive reverie 

Every year that it rains

Someone unseen, hushful,

Hovering, contemplative.

A tender caress, soft squeeze,

Warm and fleeting, 

Dewy lips brushing the cheeks,

Susurration of a distant hum.

Seeking beyond the haziness,

Deep sighs with bated breath,

Images wading in simmering eyes,

Ferrying the glow of the mist.

A promise never made,

But lingering for it to be fulfilled,

An accord to never connect,

Yet the soul remains agitated.