The Cabin in the Mist
An unexpected discovery on a lonely hike up a mountain slopeUpon the dewy vale alightsThe misty morning shroudA rustic shack upon the heightsIs cloaked within the cloud I take a breath to view the sightAnd pause my weary climbWhile o'er my head the doves alightTo coo a song sublime The moment grabs my aching heartI wish never to leaveBut knowing that I must departI make myself believe That someday will I come againUpon that day I prayYour hand will be in my hand whenWe walk again...
