Misty Heights
Upon the misty heights I roam
And wonder, as I wander lone
For she who mystifies my dawn
And listens as I muse along
Is nearer still, as lone I walk –
I speak in silence from the heart
Of days gone by when we were young
And knew our moment in the sun
Was brighter then than it would be,
For even then we knew, could see
That time and distance would parlay
And deeper still for us portray
The breathless passion that we knew,
Which sprang from wells from which we drew,
Not knowing when the moment came
How we would never be the same –
And now I never walk alone
For deep with her in thought I roam
And still recall with vivid sight
And memory untinged by night
The flame we burned with passion bright
When lone I roamed on misty heights
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2024
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