Alone I was wondering
To the end of a narrow way
Back to my empty room
The tears of the Fen falling
Your beauty prefigured

Once we made fire in the air.
And after my intolerable self thrived
You saw through my disguise
And still loved me.
As if the moment will never pass.

A world of patterns and light
But I walked towards the silhouettes
Feeling unworthy of atonement,
And now I weep for the loss of you
No songs can ease my troubled insight.