Red Umbrella

two figures emerge
shrouded in misty haze
strolling the wet boulevard
huddled as one
entwined in the embrace
of gossamer dreams
drifting beneath the canopy
of a red umbrella
dissolving as silhouettes
into the gray timbre
of late afternoon
with secrets only they can share
suspended in transcendent moments
echoing in footfalls
on a sodden satin way
unfolding before them