Hidden In The Mist Poem by Linda Barnes

Can you see my love
I'm hidden in the brush
Low, yet rising
Shadowing, still dark

Twilight of evening
Before morning's light
Hovering and mysterious
Dangerously close

Your eyes try to see
What is hidden yet close
Within grasp of fingertips
Farther from your arms

You track me further
Into endless waves
The fog which deepens
Waiting to evade

Your senses peek
Not wanting to catch
Such enchantment
That leaves you breathless

Above the horizon
As the sun crests
I am here my love
Hidden in the Mist