My heart must be dead
And my soul homeless
Love, a note on the door
To a room full of emptiness

Love, and the door ajar
Pause, for my heart to resurrect
Upon a glint of the morning star
And tomorrow not to suspect

But in this moment
I savor loves deepest hue
To color the coming foment
Of a pause, empty of you

My heart is dead
And my love is homeless
My soul has instead
Become my emptiness