Tombstones stand
         across the misted air --
    reminding me of days
                  I walked in ways
I have forgotten

           Shadows fall
in patterns bold and fair--
                and yes they speak of yesterdays--
      and ways
             I have forgotten

Rain comes cold
         to wash the world away--
    I wait and watch - I know,
                    I am too slow--
I have forgotten

                         Dreams awake
And bring back yesterday
        But no, they hide the ways
    I dreamed I knew--
             And had forgotten

   Tombstones weep
              inclined across the air
And now it is too late
                   To find the way--
     I have forgotten.