By God! what a veritable display of affection
What a show of long abandoned emotion
Resurrected under a ****** moon
Bestowed as a divine boon

What says this of those who wait
Those who linger and are not straight
Who defy their deepest inner self
Rejecting what they once had held

This lost thing, a fleeting thought
Stays with them, though unsought
Until it crawls its way out
Sowing seeds of mournful doubt

Speak to me, o woman fair
Speak and I shall be there
I shall emerge from the deep
I shall awake from my sleep

Stir me out of this suspense
Bring me forth with no pretence
Reignite what once we had
Give life to that which is dead

Souls that wander are not free
Such grim a fate, to for eternity
Aimless tread unhallowed ground
Know not salvation can be found
Discovered at the end of a stream
Where life is woven in a seam
Where rest our hearts, interwound
Where dwell our souls, forever bound