Misty Morning Drive

The morning mist she hides. She hides.
A blanket of dew suspended in air
To wrap my mind in her blanket of hope.

The road to me she calls. She calls.
Heaven’s painted highway lays before me
Open and welcome without regrets.

Vanishing point voice sings. She sings.
The approaching bend beyond the hill
Will turn my face towards horizon’s new.

 

8 comments

  1. This is lovely. “Will turn my face towards horizon’s new.” It brings a smile. : ). It makes you feel as if she’s out there, in the mist.

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