And so you left us
Jaded and gaunt, some September
Wilted with the seasons

But hidden inside the delusion
I saw you eyes, somewhere


Devoid of death
The aura poises amidst (the storm)
In solid tears I linger

A parlour glade, moonlit sorrow

Lonely resting pools

Relics of the moon-dogged lake
Whisper: "All your words are missgiven"


Am I like them?
Those who mourn and turn away
Those who would give anything

To see you again
If only for another second


Your face was, like the photograph
Painted white
We did not speak very often about it

What does it matter now?

Cloak of autumn shroud

I gaze, dim ricochet of stars
I reckon it is time for me to leave


You sleep in the light
Yet the night and the silent water
Still so dark