An Invitation To Experience The Early Morning When Walking In The Mist Poem by Reginald Reid

COME WALK WITH ME

Come walk with me in the early morning mist
before the sun awakes and the dawn can break.
Feel the moisture in the air as you search for footsteps along the way
While ghostly shadow forms develop in your path
and the air begins to boil in turbulent rolls upon an ancient hearth.

Come walk with me to see the shadows take on form
so you can see they are the children of primordial dawn.
Here a tree, a shrub, a fern,
a rock upon which later some resurrected moss will burn.
But now, succoured are we drinking the freshness of the night's most sacred wine
This bathing, nurturing, refreshing, enlivening ground cloud.

Come walk with me to know the stillness.
Silence.
The all embracing fullness of the enveloping water shroud
that drifts upon your hair and enters into your very soul.
Feel the cool and permeating mist.
Know that by its lips you have been kissed.
And sense the knowledge of desire for this the spark of life
that lights the all consuming fire.

Come walk with me for soon the sun begins to take its daily toll
to wrest away the mist in heavenly roll,
Revealing the stark reality of time and place.
The moist and sparkling leaves, the shining grass,
the waking life of animals as it gains pace.
But for a time in a valley far below the mist may linger
holding on with slender outstretched fingers
Destined to pass away until another day.