Misty eyes in the dark deep haze
Peering through twilight waning,
I see the dampening spirit breathing
Frostily through the obscure patches
Of forest.
Seething leaves of the oaken trees
Guarding souls that are sleeping,
I sense a wandering spirit mourning
Longingly for the lost kindred
Of the past.
Softly the dreamy haze nocturnal
Rising through the misty night,
I see a smothering dream burning
Endlessly in the pale golden eye
Of the moon.