Misty Hills by Joseph B. St. John

Image by Suhas Rawool from Pixabay

A fire once burned brightly

like a beacon in the night.

A nova of a super joy

cut the lunar satellite.


Up upon the misty hills

ten thousands eyes did shine.

Looking for the valley’s peace

and eyesight to the blind.


Questions of eternal truth

cannot go unanswered.

There are no mysteries left unsaid

just beliefs left un-pastured.