Mysterious, mist-kissed hills dismiss my dismal disdain For Life’s strivings in the ivy wired mire. Budding blossoms embrace my burgeoning bliss-filled *****, As my soul soars into the seething skies.
My wings are beating with breathless wonder, My imagination sends me to a destination Beyond discrimination, defying appellation, But not exclamation, at this elevation.
Smooth pools of cool blue hue contrast with cliffs That overhang the huddled houses Of the hillside village On the way to who knows where.
The mists are shifting, ever drifting Hiding everything Except the mountain tops. A new dimension might await us Always moving as Our journey never stops.