Beyond The Mist

Damp droplets fall on a silent, non-moving shape,

that stands alone, trying to forsake

the feeling inside that a love has died.

The droplets thought to be the tears it cried.

A window in the mist, suddenly appears

a clouded vision again reveals the years

long gone and yet...bright as before.

A spirit with wings, on which to soar.

Beyond the mist...beyond the years

beyond the droplets of tiny tears,

a voice that spoke in a whispered plea,

"you stand in the mist...and wait for me?"

Shrouded in gray and damp cooling mist,

warmth I'll give you...in a gentle kiss.

Now..go quickly, and steadily on your way,

I'm the voice of a stranger, that you heard today.

I'm not the spirit you knew back then,

it has drifted away....not to be seen again.

Beyond this mist is where it shall forever live,

but this message....I was to give.

Step into the sunlight and forget the damp mist,

but remember the time, two spirits kissed

and shared a love....deep and  profound.

The voice you hear, is your memories sound.

Author: June E. Miller

2/2/2003