My soul will blend with autumn`s wind,
roam pained by roses grown within...

Thy blandishments, so riveting,
hath captur`d me, engulf`d my heart...

Adrift in streams of silver light
an endless silent summer night...

Ah, the song of the silence
what beauty and depth to each line...

Darling, the swans that I lie with are dying,
still on the shore, where the waves are sighing...

We still recall them, those who spoke
of where the winds of fate would find us...

Though be this hour dark and cold,
and in the faintest rain...

Up from the dawning east,
there rose no hope today...

Where now falls the silver the saved us?
Where now sleeps the passion we rose with...

Lest she should fade too swiftly
into the mists of time...

A thought awoke me late tonight
Is winter more than snow...

Eyes wide open
in the darkest place...