Blue Mountain Mist

You rise from the sea

in blue mountain mist

calling me to return.

Somewhere within

the tropical green

my spirit was ensnared.

You were only meant

to be snapshots

in a photo album,

not the paradise

I ventured to

that stole my heart.

I know not if angels

play steel drums,

but you are heaven’s landscape.

This unrest inside me

will only find peace

when I shed my concrete view

and return to the land

that kept part of me

wrapped in blue mountain mist.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

 Ella at Poets United has us taking a trip around the world via written verse. The ticket requires we don't reveal our location. Can you guess where I traveled to?

Wonder Wednesday #13 Postcards