Traces of Mist

[Pete]

As the mist still lingers by the summit's edge and the leaves cling to their summer branches, there is no scar to be seen. Upon the advent of another dark morn, when green has turned to brown and the hill retains the vowed secrecy, so my body leaves behind the promise that no one shall scar the memory of that day.
Upon the advent of each dawn, when you and I never, ever will urge the moments to fade, it is through the windows in the avenues of our minds which will lighten the dark and where the children of our children will come to relate the whispered stories. The children will go their separate ways, like twisted orphans treading arrows with no heads and chasing targets, like shackles and chains made of confounded truths buried in the snow and evaporated in the mist.
We are true to each other and to those we love. It leaves us with no traces of what truly happened. If the pact that was made between you and I is broken then we are forgotten as one and remembered as two. It's lost in the corridors of time and our smuggled embraces will be quarantined like stars in a storm and the moon against the sun.
As our promise catches a falling leaf, then we may rest the pledge for a moment whilst laying trails on the air so that others can follow (or stumble). Your future lies ahead of the steps we took upon that day. My heartbeats lay rhythms of anticipation upon the breasts of those who so wish to believe. My hand in yours leads us to our day, a day when vows are rested upon your smile and within my acceptance.
A locket of hair in my grasp and within my chain preserves the many baying nights, peaked to endure and channelled to enjoy. Without a moon to eclipse our kisses or a star to wish our love then so we will endure the passion that is yours to keep and mine to reminisce.
When one is no more and I have gone and the hill is far away and the mist in our eyes tearfully condenses then true love leaves no traces if you and I are one, it's lost in our embraces like stars against the sun.