Upon the dewy vale alights
The misty morning shroud
A rustic shack upon the heights
Is cloaked within the cloud
I take a breath to view the sight
And pause my weary climb
While o'er my head the doves alight
To coo a song sublime
The moment grabs my aching heart
I wish never to leave
But knowing that I must depart
I make myself believe
That someday will I come again
Upon that day I pray
Your hand will be in my hand when
We walk again this way
(c) 2017 Bethany Ariel Frasier