when the misty morning swirls 
does it compel your eyes to spill
cleansing tears of darkness
haunting years of pain
to your memory does it bring
the way you hoped it might have been
had life not vanished in the wind
her words still lingering, speak again
can you still hope for happiness
dreams that lift and don’t depress
for in her song her essence lingers
words like sand slip through your fingers
there they tumble; here they gather
rising waves that fall in lather
oceans weeping at the seashore
each a kiss in liquid poured 
an embrace in thunder unfurled
when the misty morning swirls