Embracing a season of dreams In the flesh of the past, born to tears It's not as harsh as it seems Hard to find what it means
Determined desire in a sterile sky Another day passes with heavy feet Darkness of despair informs my eye That it is here where differences meet
My heart dries beneath my ******* By a fragile voice that leaves me no choice- But to gather tears in my chest
Memory as witness to the bitter shapes of yesterday Forms wounded words with most of the say Forms shadows that inhabit my silence As the hidden pulse of my existence
Your eyes will ever possess my breath Deeper than the grave, darker than death A mourning sound from the pale-lipped moon; "My dear child, you died too soon..."