Misty Lane

In the twilight of the setting sun cold wind stirrers the whispering leaves like the whispering of have heard voices speaking of echoes of things now faded silently cold mists are carried before my eyes in half seen memories twisting shapes that form and fade teasing of memories long forgotten footsteps are heard whispering nearer as people are seeing now in the swirling faces now seeing once long forgotten have recognized from so long ago once together we joyfully were in innocent youth oh so wise the world before us ripe for taking and our dreams of it remaking upon our paths we did set out bright sun lighting the way before us parting ways in the new tomorrow in the mists of memory quickly fading so long as been since I thought of them on life's twisting paths unforseeing behind me footsteps quickly fading silently into the mists again fading my way is lost in the mists of time not knowing how to this place I came to be nor the steps by which I might return to the place where we together were so long ago when we were young when together we did joyfully play and did danced to minstrels playing into dark of night's quickly fading how could what was ever end the bright lights of then ever loss be our friendships ever a ending have and fade away in the swirling mists cold droplets form upon my skin stealing all warmth as they flow down what once was then gives no warmth as I stand in the fading twilight