In the misty hours just before dawn
I awake
Recalling our night of love
I smile
And a gentle peace fills my soul
Images of our night of love
Appear through the mists
The sounds of our love
Echo through my mind
As I drift peacefully back to sleep
I am alive
In the misty hours
©Walt Page 2017
Walt's Writings 
The photo fits this piece perfectly. Love it!
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Thank you! Sometimes I spend more time looking for a photo than I did on the poem, lol. ❤
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Hahaha.. I know how that can be.
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I adored that lovely ending Walt. “I am alive In the misty hours”
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Thank you so much Ivor!
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Beautiful thoughts abound.
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They keep me sane 🙂
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Haha! I understand. Hope your knee is mending well, Walt.
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It is… Slowly. I see the surgeon tomorrow.
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Hoping it goes well. ❤️
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Thank you ❤
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wow…. gorgeous!
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Thanks so much! After all, I’m just an old romantic rock & roller ❤
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Lovely. : )
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Thank you 😃
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