I will ask, but I dare not speak;
for to hear my own words would break me.
Where I cannot go I send my heart;
and in those places he finds not
what the soul seeks.
As the lofty dreamer leaps out into the grey hazed dusk
I call after him; to cry out for his safe return.

Treading the black waters of the devil's sea
called resentment, he spites me as the tow drags him down.
If ever he should return, another request
like this I will not make.
Treasure unfound is not worth
the loss of the heart.

I must ask, and be shattered
by my plea.