Morning Mist You're a whispered dream from long ago, Beheld across a veil of shadow; The mist within a morning breath, Elusive as a midnight step... You're the shadow of my heart's desire, Backlit by my passion's fire... The method of my mind's demise, You hold all of my mental ties... My past holds those I would have kissed Who crushed me with the morning mist; You're doing now what they did then, And leaving just the bloody pen...