In the quiet of a mist-filled morning
I am taken back through the passage of time
To a world that is strange but vaguely familiar
And what I see unfolding is a past life of mine.
The wispy grey fingers part slowly unveiling
Roads I once walked and places I’d been
Revealing glimpses of an old ancient story
Of a life I had lived and sights I had seen.
The mist descends quickly covering all without warning
Obscuring this world once more from my sight
Back to the present with thundering awareness
My past life banished to history by the hazy sunlight.