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
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