In your holy form I become
a haloed wrapping! There always there, on the heights of expectations where from the moon gates the truth emerges into the light of things. On the cliffs of sadness, the hours pushed me.
The empty chambers were haunted, the long agony of your absence. I passed through a cemetery, deep silence, The shadows of memories, dance in the moonlight. In the small narrow streets, the lost souls wander, in an immortal world, their love still illuminates. The sighs of separation. The Hours set up a dance at Dawn. ephemeral whiteness. As sleepwalkers we live and exist absent. Listen to the voices of silence. and tomorrow
is far away.