My morning mind drifted through an open transom of possibilities.
Each thought seemed to float in a fluid of you and your face.
The misty grays that drifted down from a hopeless horizon
Wafted through the trees like my fingers would through your hair.
Tiny drops of dew pressed against the glass as if you were pressed against me,
The beading of sweat joining and mingled as they danced and trailed down.
I saw the glow that crested and broke through the sky and in your eyes
As each touch and kiss drove you along that road to crest with me.
Finally, as the world faded into view along this lonely morning drive
I felt my hopes, my dreams, my wants, filtered through a memory of you.
actual image taken from my morning commute