Healing Mist

HEALING MIST All alone in the mist-covered mountains of home I feel The delight of its mother-soft touch my wound heal As a girl’s laughter sweeps over from the other side of the hill And swirls around after in my head without seeming to fill So for me the chill mist shall always float in my morning’s memory An almost imperceptible light coat of cooling mystery Though a lifetime separates me from the whisps of smirs The mist removes the dessication of the years . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Note smir is a Scottish dialect word for misty weather