Lethian Dreams - Mist Of Memories

Our soul’s sorrows seek us most with dawn
Crawling through dirtied windows
Longing to be known and felt
But your ever somber trail of thoughts
Rescue will never easily be taught

If only our healing tears
Could ease the weight of memories

The same old ghostly haunting of your eyes
And the old poisonous mist of memories

Rises about me, and the old desire
Quickens along my veins in sharper fire
O! I am lost, you will not set me free
Unless I turn again, and seek the sea
Some vague new world of waters, bounded by
The soft and sudden barrier of the sky