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
  A parlour glade, moonlit sorrow
  
  Lonely resting pools
  Relics of the moon-dogged lake
  Whisper: "All your words are missgiven"
  
  Am 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