Beyond the Mist

Come stroll with me, there is a place

Where we can wander in a mist

That raises high in reach of heaven,

Lifting from the liquid kiss.

Floating over that verdant glade

Where streaking swords of soft-dew light

Shine there to guide us on the path

Now lined with blossoms glowing bright.

We’ll sit aside the waterfall,

Beside the crystal frothing wet,

Cushioned by the velvet moss,

Offered there for us to set.

Our thoughts will smile as there we lie,

And lay our cheeks upon the green,

To hear the power of its roar,

To marvel at this glorious scene.

The blue cascade – so fresh and pure,

With emerald robes that watch it flow,

It soothes, refreshes, gives us pause,

And smiles with lacy foamy glow.

Here we embrace and cheek the mist

That dews in droplets on our eyes,

We kiss away the moisture sweet

And claim the moistened lips for prize.

We groom the soft moss from our hair,

Rejoicing at this beauty call,

And dance beyond the shadow of

The power of the waterfall.

I wrote this poem during a reflective moment in January 2005.