Drowsing in the Mist

Drowsing in the mists of autumn,
The inlet grey on grey,
The Dryad dreams of ancient things
And of a distant day,

Of friends who walked and walk no more,
Of hopes that went astray,
Great battles won, too many lost,
And love that died away

A mist wrapped dream of what once was,
That perfect yesterday,
Before the mists, like loneliness,
Had trapped her in their sway;

Enveloping the world she knew,
The wood, the sea, the spray,
In shrouds of silent, heaviness
That hope cannot allay.

And so she lingers in her dreams
And lets the memories play
She hides within her mist wrapped tree
And holds her fate at bay