Melancholie

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.