The cold mist settles upon
the long grass within
the early hours of the morning.
Silence filled with the soft intakes of breath
As a lonely lover waks the feild
In search of her lover.
The mist hangs low on the ground,
Giving an ethereal feel,
Still she walks alone
Chilled as the morning sun rises
Movement ahead pauses her steps,
The mist slowly fades
As rays of sun penetrate.
Her lover revealed,
Upon His white horse he rides
His hand stretched out towards her.