Village In the Mist

Driving up the highway When I saw it in the mist Like a pure and tender virgin Still waiting to be kissed A village all forgotten Somehow time had missed You could see it from the highway slightly hazy in the mist Had time forgotten this poor place Left in limbo for all days Was it just a trick of light and sun Manufactured through the haze Were the folks here damned to stay Out of reach but in our gaze Or were they truly here by choice Living old, forgotten ways Brigadoon did spring to mind but, in truth I thought this good Be something better than that curse This village protected by the wood I pulled on to the shoulder And tried to see as best I could This simple town or vision That had not aged as it should I saw no point of entry No way to get there from my place It was perfect, untouched, special A village bathed in grace Folks kept driving past me Up the highway at such pace They would never see this village In the mist as fine as lace The village may be magic It may be something in between In truth all I can tell you What I saw, not what I mean It's a village, plain and simple in the woods, all shades of green Un-kissed, and yet so perfect stuck in stasis, in between