A point of light
Glowing in the fog
In the pale distance

Grows, moves, glows
Stretching your fingers you can’t quite reach it
When a second point of light

Almost touches the first
Til there are two points
In the pale distance

And as you watch
They merge, these foggy
Points of light

Becoming one, soft, bright
Pushing the fog aside
No longer in the pale distance

But here around you
Surrounding you
Part of you in you
Two points of light
Obliterating the distance

A villanelle for Beth and Julian, on the occasion of their wedding. Part of the set The Wedding Poems.

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