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