Soft, the night,
As liquid air heals
The ravages of day
The red sun burns
And lights the tiresome path,
But rest now, my darling
Under the gentle wrap of night
Water for the weary
Sleep, my darling, sleep

I saw it twice;
Once in your eyes,
Once in mine
A strange device,
You lose only love
To time

A boat sails from the fog
A lonely oar man emerges
from the choppy waves,
The distant dawn is as thin
as night is thick

This is where the end began
Blood was shed and demons ran
Far beneath the pretty skin;
The frigid darkness lies within

The silence of the world
As I wander it alone,
Love it's warmth in solitude
The sky shall be my fortitude
And the sun; my sweet embrace,
The dew a kiss, and leaves a face,
The wind my friend and brother,
Why would I need another?
As I travel this world alone.

I felt the first kiss
Of a pain so familiar,
I welcome the loss
Before it begins;
The knife in place
I mourn my pace
Too soon, I cry,
Too soon.

Thick white clouds
Drown rolling mountains;
Gone before the first cold fingers
Can touch the wind-whipped water

The brontide words
Of a wounded man
Echo still,
Silent
From when they began
In this place.
...
A voice, not his!
But an Injured man anew
Casting the echoes back
To the stranded,
The echoes remain
Repeated in a new voice
From another wounded man
With brontide dreams

Sighs on the trees
Planted where angels go,
Tremble like the leaves
That left so long ago