Mists weaving, creeping, past my sight, <br />Heralding the coming night, <br />In silence, <br /> Suspended thoughts, in troubled mind, <br />A memory grasped then left behind, <br /> In darkness, <br />A distant sound, the weeping girl, <br /> Darker, mists that gently swirl, <br /> Then, the light, <br />Of the holy sight, <br /> Of heaven and the single saint, <br />A sight of awe, yet only faint, <br /> The weeping girls last plea, <br />In love please hear, I beg of thee. <br /> Remember me.<br /><br />Laurie hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remember-me-49/
