Angels In The Mist

Sometimes it feels like I am walking

Through dewy fields at dawn,

Caught in a half-light with daylight mocking

Because I am all alone .

But then there are angels in the mist,

And there is morning song,

The summer grass is yellow, sun kissed

And daisies dance, a jocund throng .

Yet, I would not notice this

If I walked with you holding my hand,

I wouldn’t know that there is bliss

In letting my eyes rove across the land .

So perhaps there’s reward in solitude,

Maybe this is my most memorable tryst,

The half-light and I interlude,

And I see angels in the mist.

© Sin ni E 2005