There is a mountain in the mist 

Far away on the horizon, 
rising high above the clouds, 
ever constant in the distance 
there is a mountain in the mist. 

I have made that risky journey, 
I have been shaken by the wind 
as I crossed that rocky ground 
to that mountain in the mist. 

I have faced the savage tigers 
in the jungle far below; 
when in my time I did descend 
from that mountain in the mist. 

It is a place of wondrous beauty; 
the view can take your breath away. 
There is a feeling quite unequaled 
atop that mountain in the mist. 

Some day I will return there, 
I will close my eyes and sigh; 
and I will breathe that blissful air 
upon that mountain in the mist. 

For now I linger in contentment 
in the shadow that it casts, 
here to sit among my memories 
of that mountain in the mist. 

                     july 2001
 

Included in Scope Journal Volume 1, Issue 2 August/September 2002