When shadows of the night are
moving across the walls where
I sleep, tears freely flow and the
mind opens my long-shut heart.
Secrecy of the past fuses with
crimson flames now unconfined,
my trembling being lays silent in
the shadowy night; my sorrow
mingles with lost faith in love.
The moon threads silver cords
through yielding clouds
suspending these rays above
the landscape, I sit by the cooled
hearth, silent in my cocoon of pain.
Memories filled with passion
threaten to burst from the chasm
of my being; your voice rides with
the breeze through my open
window, taunting me; echoing
your last words without explanation…