And so you left us
 Jaded and gaunt, some September
 Wilted with the seasons
 But hidden inside the delusion
 I saw you eyes, somewhere 

 Devoid of death
 The aura poises amidst (the storm)
 In solid tears I linger
 parlour glade, moonlit sorrow 

 Lonely resting pools
 Relics of the moon-dogged lake
 Whisper: "All your words are misgiven" 

 I like them?
 Those who mourn and turn away
 Those who would give anything
 To see you again
 If only for another second 

 Your face was, like the photograph
 Painted white
 We did not speak very often about it
 What does it matter now? 

 Cloak of autumn shroud
 I gaze, dim ricochet of stars
 I reckon it is time for me to leave 

 You sleep in the light
 Yet the night and the silent water
 Still so dark...