Song of the Night
I sit upon the cliff-top alone;
the fire is blazing red,
The mountains tall, the mountains dark;
All living things are dead.
In eastern lands the sun may shine,
There, flower and tree, in spring
are opening, are blossoming;
and there the jays sing
But here I sit alone and think
of days when grass was green,
and clouds were white, and I was young:
they might never have been.
For they are past, forever lost,
and here, the shadows lie
deep upon my heavy heart,
and hope and daylight die.
But still I sit and think of you;
I see you when I close my eyes, far away
Walking down the long roads
on a bright and breezy day.
It was happy when I could run
to answer your call,
could hear your voice or take your hand;
but now the sun must fall.
And now beyond the world I sit,
and know not where you lie.
O, dear, will you not hear
my voice before we die?
O, dear, will you hear my voice
and answer 'ere we die?
--�2002-Diez To'Biath
The Void
In the Fields of My Mind
I was lieing on the warm grass
And, an angel appeared
Her hair was fiery red, but cool to the touch
She came down, lieing on the grass with me
And she put her arms around me
When I went to hold her
She disappeared
And, Darkness came
Surrounding me, hazing my thoughts
This is the Void
Welcome to the Madness
In the Darkness,
I could see her Face
A beacon of Light for me
Her smile, courage
Her eyes, acceptance
Her scent, accompaniment
I ran to her
But, she kept gliding away
When i reached the Wood
She disappeared
And, Darkness came again
--�2002-Diez To'Biath
The Flight of the Nightingale
What is this, I thought
This little Black Bird
Sitting on this branch
Up and Flew away
Why? I asked myself
Wondering
Into the Forest, I walked
Following this curious creature
Flying so High
Why? I asked myself
Is This away
Pondering
Deep in the Forest, I ran
Chasing after this winged Demon
Why? I asked myself
This is flying away
But did not answer
Ignoring
Deeper into the Wood, I came
Why? I asked myself
T'was this Bird
Or was this flying
This, not there
Imagining
Why? I asked myself
Am I still going this way
Where am I going
Where have I been
Into the Trees, I yelled
Unanswering
--�2002-Diez To'Biath
