Echoing Mist
Mist rising softly... tree fog drenched in ecstasy
moss warmth growing into bed of down
gathering around foot of whispering tree
pillow of lavender blue on the ground
head resting with a sigh...at peace
mind wandering in amongst the stone
pausing at the sound of release
echoing from the gathering loam
Cold is the night...moon lit splash
upon the place where we meet smiling
spiraling upward, the heart clash
of a thunder cloud roiling
tiny raindrops touch the fevered brow
run in streams upon a quaking breast
dance shimmering in reflected glow
souls rising upon feelings, crest
Ancient mist enfolds the night
placing muffling coats upon ears
meant to hear a lover's delight
spoken gently with nary a fear
of being alone...adrift...unknown
rustling through the rift of time
coming to rest, at last home
within your arms and mine
Forever
©1995, Terry Schorer