Mists In The Mountains by Marla Snyder
Early dawn, the mists are,
swirling, twirling, damp and gray.
Surrounding me
taking me into its arms.
Calling, beckoning, whispering softly
it calls to me
draws me near.
Telling me I have nothing to
fear
I follow, listening, feeling.

Early dawn, the mists are,
swirling, twirling, damp and gray
calling me.
I feel a presence with me.
Reaching out my hand, touching,
grasping,
warmth and comfort fill my
being.
And I know with out seeing
I have felt love.
Through the mists you
reached for me,
and guided my steps to thee.
Love filled our hearts,
and our souls became one.

Early dawn, the mists are,
swirling, twirling, damp and gray
surrounding us.
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My love and I met in a chat room, and we shared the usual information, age, sex, location. We found we had location in common. He was born in Kentucky, and I now live in Kentucky. He touched my heart, when he talked of missing the early morning mists in the hills and mountains. I share those feelings with him, because I too feel there is something magical in the mists. Because of those wonderful, magical mists, our souls have become one.


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bubble this was a sexey and sweet poem from dana - dana
bubble Sitting here this morning, enjoying the mists of the (yet unlogged) Piedmont...how fitting to come across your wonderful poem. I stopped at the site to find something special to send to my Muse: one who is only a few keystrokes away, but too many miles and circumstances apart to allow for meeting in the corporeal sense... So many facets to this jewel called love. Grand, isn't it? :) - Grinwhicket
bubble Very touching - Chuck
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