Oh I am fooled, again,
by twinkling stars in twilight,
by love stumbling over flat ground,
by the blindingness of denial.

Weeping, our hearts cry for a lost reunion,
The earth and the sky never to embrace again,
my ignorance, my sin a fools name
and my hands never again clean.

I am the buds desperate to be free,
nature's beauty a gift, man is unworthy of its form,
but now winter's numbing chill,
I am the rhythm of the sea,
along in uninhabited time.