This is a story
That happened long ago
I never thought love would ever find me

Only infernal pain and woe
Weeping and wailing
"Saw gold and could not drink" (from "Season In Hell", Rimbaud)

Somnambulance eased the sea of questions
A sea of trouble brings and then


The breeze whispered your name
Long enough to hear it
Trees whispered the same

What I must do is follow you

Into the water and all the way to sea

Little fishes and eels and frogs dive after
So careless and so free
Must I abide now

Against the glassy stream
To wake or to sleep, remain forever
The strangest lily seen


And then the breeze whispered your name
Long enough to hear it

Trees whispered the same
What I must do is follow you