lady in the fogginess of,
My memories and in my many dreams,
Why must you run and,
Where do you hide when day light is near.
Where have you come from and,
Why, why must you haunt all my dreams,
O my lady of the shadows
You have become to me so very dear
The light from your presence chases shadows
The darkest shadows away,
Misty of my dreams you are a torture to,
My soul and my being.
Misty, O Misty how can you find pleasure in,
Testing my love every day,
Searching, ever searching my love for,
You homeward to bring.
O Misty my heart aches to know if,
You are a myth or your image is true,
Your secrets Misty my heart are,
Perfectly safe always with me.
Reveal to me my Misty your hiding after,
The darkness is through,
When Misty will you become,
Real for me to finally see.
ęDale L. Neill
February 15, 2009