A familiar mist

Engulfed in a heavy, familiar mist
Of oblivion, in a place I may've wished
That shrouds the garden from ever twilight
In the darkness of day, brightness of night

And tears trickle as if resisting time
In a garden blessed by my dying rhyme
Lilies watch me,following my steps
Pitying me through the path of death

With the wind cold and eerie breath
Blows as if my own in times I wept
Regressing into an eternal fade
And life eluding me,remains to wane.