(1998) Virginia Mist Poem by Deana Rode

Listen to the trees sing songs of love
Maybe then you’ll know what must be done
Can you feel the Virginia mist
Go through and take the pain of long ago

Night comforts our broken souls
While the moon takes the burden of our toll
Will we ever feel the Virginia mist
Go through and take the pain of long ago

The owl flies and speaks to me
Of things in life I will never see
One day I’ll feel the Virginia mist
Go through and take the pain of long ago