As when a summer mist

As when a summer mist's lifted by the morning sun,
And all the trees, stores, signs, and streets
Freshen, new and unworn, in light nearly golden,
So life felt when first we chanced to meet.

You ask, "A penny for your thoughts."
As this is a question more asked than answered,
"Oh, I'm just thinking about that movie Stardust
We watched the other night together."

And with the mist burned, the sun hangs
Low and blinding along the street
(Making it dangerous for the pedestrian),
The driver has to pull over,
Banging his rim against the curb,
So I knew here was a light as bright in evening
As now in morning, which better than the sun,
Would admit no cloud, cold or snow,
A pitiless light permitting no shelter,
Shade or soothing shadow,
A light though perfect, lacking in perfection.

You say, "I really liked the ending,
What shall we watch now the children are asleep?"

Every turn I'd ever taken seemed predestined,
As if guided by map and GPS,
When arrived, they left me stranded,
Totaled, unable to drive.
That light I took for me,
Already shown full on someone else.
What does it mean that such a moment proved false?

What I don't say is,
"I've settled for a workaday passion,
Which waxes and wanes and rests on deception.
When we meet at the office or a party,
I think how I do envy that guy, he is so lucky."
What I say is,
"Perhaps we could go to bed ourselves."