Burning leaves in a dark hour
From Dutch fields sweetest flower
In spire me, turn these tears of old
Into sweet rain that waters my soul
May death to peace never be uttered
Were befriending a foe cause discourse to flutter
Like the flicker of a dying flame
May self expression never fade me to shame
For my sad thoughts miss gives some
Empty peace, from whence they've come
Understand do I not, for I choose not
Some questions left to God that purpose forgot
I defy my tears
I defy my weakness
That I may break thought jagged fears
And overcome bitter bleakness

The scorn of my minds undying questions
Burns in confusion with each internal session
May my need to understand never be too much to mention
But now I must go, I have dropped a stone in this pool of reflection