Within the deep dark charcoal'd night
Below the foamy wake does bring
The symphony of the sorrow's light
The chorus of woe, her heart does sing.
Oh vibrant chords that tune the loss
Of one that held her heart
No more her hand his face does cross;
For from her soul he didst depart
Upon the caps of white she'd dance,
And sing of dreams 'pon waves
Of greens and blues and love's lost chance
Has crashed to a watery grave
Eyes that shone with emeralds light
Now dulled with sorrow's heat
No fire flies can bring past delight
For all that in its loss,complete.
Her ribbons strewn from reefs of glass
To float as patterns on the ethereal sea.
Drifting from the hand of the lass,
To the one that had set her dreams free
