Fog Magic

 

In the deep early dawn

out the window a fawn

is still grazing.

And the birds in the trees

among the early spring leaves

already praising.

The mist hugs the ground

and already I've found 

a reason.

And I can't help but smile

cause all in the wild

I see him there.

In the fresh morning breeze

I get down on my knees

and wait patiently.

And in the sweet early stillness 

the world bears a witness

that he found me.

For up above

flies a holy dove

its color all white surrounded by light of love.

Then into the distance, 

revealing his existence

I hear him walking and humming, and musical strumming, as he brings peace with him.

As he appears through the haze

I shake from my own daze

and can't help grinning . 

So happy to envision

my frequent indecision

melt away. 

He sits down in the grass

and just like the last

time I saw him. 

Few words were required

only magic transpired

that morning. 

He looked deep in my soul

not a part but the whole

and he knew me.

And instead of condemnation

he showed me admiration 

for just trying.

Then we began to sing

and the birds and their wings

went silent. 

A sweet harmony

floated up past the trees 

into Heaven.

And the angels all hushed

as the music brushed

right passed them.

For there's no other song

like from the one's who belong

to him.

Now every sunrise I recall

how that I was enthralled

with his kind eyes.

And in times of great fright

my spirit takes flight

with his.