Misty Sky By David © 2003
	A dream I have, before I die To lie beneath a misty sky To the hew of russet dawn The dream of Misty Sky redrawn A bard with harp would ere do well The tale of Misty Sky to tell In sonorous voice the song to sing On mystic flight of eagles wings Wrapped deep within the gilded shroud The gentle touch of wind-swept cloud Whose arms surround in passions high The sweet embrace of Misty Sky Oh, all consuming gentle mist Oh,  taste the tender lovers kiss Oh, speak the longing of my soul Oh, Misty Sky, to make me whole Come forth, elusive, wandering dream Refreshing as a mountain stream Restore the vision lingering nigh Enchanting rapture, Misty Sky I plead, oh sonnet of desire Rekindle now the waiting fire Embers of my seeking eye To dream again of Misty Sky And wait for sleep to claim again The longing in the hearts of men To dream again as shadows fly To lie beneath a Misty Sky