"Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak, knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break." |
Bring me the sunset in sleeping cups
let night gently pour, as light fills up...
Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...
Turn off the sun; my life still will shine from...
Dress me in black watch me glowing like I have...
Alas, it's sadness
which within I sail...
If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction...
The sky smothers me with showers of cold
but I grin as though, I am soaked in gold...
.....come to me,
let me protect you against light...
Worried & lonesome,
dispirited I sit...
No figure to
your drawings...
Your heart is torn
in the beautiful mess...