Starlight stricken moonlight
at the heart of the moments
Forsaken, spent and abused
Shaked, lent and reduced
For another chilly winter roll

On the web of eastwards wind
where precious rocks were undone
and the glorious weeds remained
on the clay that moulds the flesh
at the core of their condolences

Not a shame for I felt it before
as I forgot the rain we saw before
the walks we walked there before
Not a shame for I felt it before
at the bonfire night terrain before
the walks we walked there before

We saw the sun as it forgot to rise
and the rain thunder footstep behind
The storms raged past vanished ships
and the voices that guided in woods
as descendants swept the golden robes

The eucalyptus that burst in trenches
from ashes that forms and reforms
on cyclic breaths of symbolism
as the gentle caress familiar mists
in particular mystic scent to an ear

Not a shame for I felt it before
as I forgot the rain we saw before
the walks we walked there before
Not a shame for I felt it before
at the bonfire night terrain before
the walks we walked there before