Frigid Mist

Underneath the blue moon she met a man
In the cool waters of a pond,

Upon her own reflection she pulled closer to
The surface and their fingertips touched,

The world around them was frigid, yet comforting,
She could see his eyes clearly,

Her thoughts clouded her head and she
Questioned herself about his existence,
--
Unknowingly to him there was another
World on the other side of the waters,

He leaned down to dip his fingers
Into his own reflection and fell in by accident,

Through the mist he remembered her
Holding him at the banks of the pond,

Into the moonlight he sat next
To her and he was wonder-struck,