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