The mist on the mountain had taken me
And in my breath
Gave weight to my words

Moss and wildflowers had saved me

And when tears stain my cheeks I sniff the honeysuckle
I fill my empty heart with collected pinecones
And wash my wounds in mountain stream

Such love I have felt,
a spell cast under birdsong

Held in the arms of wild orchestra,
heart dancing in the autumn wind

Run with me through the heavy mist  
Falling and feeding the deep green of the forest
Sink with me into moss so generously soft
Cushioning our feet treading woodland heartbeat