The night comes down upon our aching hearts.
Whilst the freedom of letting you into my own parade has cast off our pleasant life, you remain elusive to make your tears soak through the dark disguise.

Like that disc of sunshine,
it was my fate to know that everything
I hold dear has already been defeated.

I hide it away from our first caress.
I hide it away in a distant nightingale.
I hide it away for the time of all-sufficing laughter.

When the first Norman leapt upon the wall,
we shall not be sweated from our deep unspoken prayer.
Hidden under some prodigious words;
we have lost the key to world’s happiness.

I hide it away from the blithe birds,
I hide it away from our deep blue silence,
I hide it away to give us more flawed interpretation.