Gliding

We move through mist, wordless
In our separate thoughts, gliding
Through muddy whiteness, straining
To see yellow lines on wet asphalt.

Taut power-lines emerge
Against a brooding sky, sudden
Illumination, then nothing.
You sleep beside me through the vision.

I feel alone, yearning
For your conversation, longing
Through lonely landscapes, sharing
My secrets, though you are sleeping.

You stir without waking.
Sensory deprivation ending:
The fog clears or we emerge,
Closing on an unknown destination.