Awoken by grief of blight or fault
Among my tears of ten times salt
Remorse matched by the trill of a lark
Drenched in sunshine so bitterly stark
And I thought of where we once were come
Past tangled thoughts and hearts undone
Your face clothed with a dewy sheet
The gate where spring and summer meet

Dim through the mist of many tears
Sewn from the lapse of hapless years
Through space, to list the moon's elegant rise
I reach toward the pool of your vacuous eyes
Where dormant dreams gathered as blue as dawn
And summon the bank of your kisses, now gone

Rain washed the distance from your voice
And made me come to you by choice
Though traces of my longing yet fell
Calm were the oars for a spell
And silenced were the voices from within
That stirred the waters beneath our skin
Now slept the sails a moment more
As, weary as night, we raced the shores

Skies, though bright as anyone can tell
We see naught and hear naught as well
But the thinking alone fills life with wonder
And the yearning itself can tear hearts asunder
It's an echo even wit cannot capture
And in its wake, a permanent fracture
And death goes unnoticed, as an absolution burns
By seasons end, to the stars we'll return