The misty mountain's call

In the vast and misty hills where the mountains seem to moan

where the fog can settle still

and alone's truly alone

where the mossy logs lie dormant

even though they sprout such life

where the rolling hills, like oceans

are so serene they'll make you cry

They are there for you to feast on

they yearn for long awaited gazes

from the eyes that pass, distracted

from experience are jaded

they are eyes that see the color

but don't understand the depth

it often stops and makes me wonder

have we really nothing left?

In regard to sentiment

and all things to be enjoyed

have we really lost all wonder?

the sight bestowed us unemployed

our souls lie vacant, cold and aching

for that something we can't see

for the songs of misty mountains

imaginations all set free

--KAHLI--