Coastpoet

on a hill
where the tall grass waves
in a warm breeze

I see the land
fall to the shore of a lake
and rise as mountains

in a distant haze
I feel myself floating
and know I am part

of this lonely place
there is a great love
that comes to me

and I am in a mist
called away
from where I was

I look around
I have crossed
to the other side

©Coastpoet