There are words no one knows,
In my heart, too deep to hold.
They trace themselves on ivory cords
Round and round my throat.
My tongue cannot find them though they are near their form
And they choke--
                           --their twisting fates arise through unknown doors.
Leading back down to the bitter depths with unspoken sorrows.
Their retreat bleeds deeply into the fount
Passions stream and fears rebound
Rousing troubled hearts awake
Only to fall again at the break.

At the end, the troubles silence
Untouched by trembles, untouched by rite
The dregs bind up the yearnings rise
And I walk on,
Undone by time.