I shall return no more 
The sea covers me 
To pick gold from the skies 
I shall wait beneath the spaces 

I shall return no more 
Imperium et nihil 
The silence has folded 
Inside and out 

And Mary waits in silence 
Imperium nihil est 
In the gap between 
His thought and his word 

Something is finished 
And something is born 
In the place where words cease 
In the moment when 

Actions no longer matter 
Oh the sky may darken 
The curtain tear 
She shall wait 

Silver dust falls from her hair 
Waits a span or a time 
Sketches of her life swirl 
Around her silence silent 

The sounds of her silence 
The forms that they take 
They cover me still 
My fingers twist in pain 

Words are finished 
And [bad word] swiftly 
And with a vengeance 
And Mary waits in silence